A down day

 Nothing much happened today.

I got up at 8:45, had breakfast, read a David Rosenfelt book, had worked a bit on taxes, had lunch. Started another Rosenfelt book and sit here typing.

Oh, I did feed Brigit, our dog and let her in the back yard for a while a few times.

And, oh, I got 15 phone calls which were from no one I know--mostly trying to get money from me.

And, oh, I went out and got Pinot Grllogio, the only wine I drink.

Not that much happened today.

I actually like days like this....

Days when nothing much happens....

I'm doctor-ed out....

I have had a doctor's appointment, blood draw, a doctor's appointment, a dentist visit and will have two shots on Friday.

Enough medical stuff already!

As you get older, you get to know medical providers better.

I also have an x-ray next Thursday.

Enough....

But they keep me walking around and breathing.

That's good.

Better than the option.

So bring on the medical people....

 

Fog, Fog, More Fog...

Going up to Milton today for church, I drove through the most fog I've ever driven through.

Litchfield/Milton is up-hill from here, so it got worse the further I drove.

A bit better coming back, but still lots of fog.

From time to time I couldn't see twenty feet in front of me.

But I made it there and back safely.

God blesses us in fog.

I guess.

 

Lent II sermon

 I wrote my sermon for tomorrow in record speed--maybe 20 minutes.

I did something I never do, I talked about all the lessons and the collect of the day. I seldom like them all--but these I loved.

The sermon came out so seamlessly that I didn't re-read it in case it was awful.

The folks at Trinity, Milton will see and hear if that's true or not tomorrow!

Me and my esophagus

 I was told quite a few years ago that I had a quite narrow esophagus. That is sometimes a problem--like yesterday.

For lunch I had leftover chicken with rice and peas. On my last bite I obviously didn't chew enough and a piece of chicken got stuck.

I couldn't get anything to go down--not even water.

Every 15 minutes I had to go to the toilet and cough up my saliva.

I couldn't eat dinner or drink anything.

Bern did the heimlich manuever (however you spell it!) and massaged me in the stomach. I even jumped up and down some though my knees don't let me jump high at all.

So, I went to bed with a small trash can by the bed in case I needed it.

I threw up twice more then went to sleep.

This morning it had passed and I was fine.

I've just got to always chew very well.

Alas for aging....

Trouble with Washer

 Our washing machine broke down what seems like a year ago--though it's probably just a month.

Bern has been going to the place with machines to wash clothes.

But I have always washed my own clothes.

I miss it.

We bought a new washer but the delivery was a week later and we didn't have the right valves. So a plumber had to come.

Waited to have it hooked up but the hose wasn't long enough.

Went to buy a hose extender, but had to order it and it hasn't come yet.

Then the washer guy has to come and install it.

All this delay and trouble over dirty clothes.

Amazing!

Maybe we should go down to the river and wash them.

Probably not since most rivers are polluted and the current administration isn't caring about things like that.

I just want our washer to be here!

Warm, but not warm enough....

This week has been the warmest in several months.

But not warm enough for me.

I love warmth--the older I get, the more I love it.

Says something about me, I guess.

But come on Spring and Summer.

I miss you.

Just me talking--or, more correctly--typing.

See you soon, I hope.