We had a fun day today, going to the salad luncheon put on by the ladies guild of St. Coleman's church. Since each of the dishes was a specialty of the contributor, we got to sample some very delicious food. Then there was the usual bingo games and the drawing of tickets for prizes. I won four fragrant candles and my husband won a hot pad for when he barbecues. We saw many faces we haven't seen for a long time, and all in all, had a fine time.
We are trying to follow the instructions of our doctor, but I am very much afraid my husband has broken the admonition to cease snacking. As soon as we got home from the luncheon he was at the cupboard to get cookies and milk. He couldn't possibly have been hungry - it is just habit.
Well, anyway, that is what we did today. Good night and keep in touch.
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Friday, July 24, 2009
Dr. Gong
Hi. I tried to get on twitter, but without success. I will have to research a little more, i guess. I must have punched in the wrong information somehow.
We went into town for our meeting with our new doctor, Dr. Gong, and found him to be affable and thorough. His advice to me was to "walk, walk, walk" and to eat more, and my husband was advised to give up his late night snacks, and stop worrying about his cholesterol, which is perfect. We both had blood tests made and will have a follow up in another month. We got a ride with one of the volunteer drivers, a jolly and chatty fellow from England. He happily waited for us to be finished, a matter of three hours, and then brought us home. Altogether a profitable day.
I said we were finished with household chores, but I forgot that we should clean the rug in the family room. It is getting on my nerves and since Judy has a steam cleaner, there is really no excuse for letting it go. That will be next.
Midnight draws near - good night and keep in touch.
We went into town for our meeting with our new doctor, Dr. Gong, and found him to be affable and thorough. His advice to me was to "walk, walk, walk" and to eat more, and my husband was advised to give up his late night snacks, and stop worrying about his cholesterol, which is perfect. We both had blood tests made and will have a follow up in another month. We got a ride with one of the volunteer drivers, a jolly and chatty fellow from England. He happily waited for us to be finished, a matter of three hours, and then brought us home. Altogether a profitable day.
I said we were finished with household chores, but I forgot that we should clean the rug in the family room. It is getting on my nerves and since Judy has a steam cleaner, there is really no excuse for letting it go. That will be next.
Midnight draws near - good night and keep in touch.
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Another family project.
How time flies by. I had resolved to keep up with my blogging, but here it is, a week later, and i still haven't written a word. Of course, my life is so quiet and uneventful that I don't have much to write.
We did bestir ourselves yesterday, and emptied out our hot water heater and put in a new heating element, which turned out to be quite a task. For some reason, any time we attempt any kind of plumbing job, we turn into maniacs, arguing about what steps to take, calling each other names, and threatening all kinds of physical damage to each other. I have known plumbers who could cheerfully tackle the most odious of tasks. even singing a little ditty while cleaning out a clogged toilet or jammed garbage disposal. One plumber i know traded flirtatious repartee with female guests at a Thanksgiving dinner while clearing the kitchen sink and unclogging the drain. Not so with my husband and myself. We transform into snarling beasts.
The day started out in a tranquil fashion. My husband rose at 7:30 and attached the garden hose to the drainage faucet, as per instructions from the owners manual. He turned off the power, shut off the cold water line into the heater, and opened the faucet. A few drops trickled from the end of the hose. Then nothing at all. When I arose at 9:00 he was muttering to himself, shaking the hose, and shutting off and reopening the faucet. It had completely clogged up with lime deposit and there was no way to reopen it. After a few pithy remarks to each other, I sneaked off and called the help line for some advice. The technician was most helpful, advising me that there was no way to dislodge the lime buildup except by taking off the hose, jamming a thin piece of wire up into the faucet and wiggling it around until we have the line unclogged. I reported this information to my husband, and he reluctantly tried the system, with no result. Finally, to make a long story short, we took the faucet off and a stream of water shot out of the hole, reaching out to the edge of the patio, and allowing us to empty the tank. This could not have been done if the heater had been installed inside the house, but luckily it worked for us. After the tank was empty, we installed a new heating element, and the job was done, seven hours after it had been started. Of course, we immediately forgot all of the rude things we had said to each other, and were inordinately proud of ourselves for completing another task.
Why don't we simply call in a professional to do these things? I wish I knew. Anyway, that is the latest from our household. We have no more projects planned. It's going to be a slow, lazy summer. Take care, keep in touch.
We did bestir ourselves yesterday, and emptied out our hot water heater and put in a new heating element, which turned out to be quite a task. For some reason, any time we attempt any kind of plumbing job, we turn into maniacs, arguing about what steps to take, calling each other names, and threatening all kinds of physical damage to each other. I have known plumbers who could cheerfully tackle the most odious of tasks. even singing a little ditty while cleaning out a clogged toilet or jammed garbage disposal. One plumber i know traded flirtatious repartee with female guests at a Thanksgiving dinner while clearing the kitchen sink and unclogging the drain. Not so with my husband and myself. We transform into snarling beasts.
The day started out in a tranquil fashion. My husband rose at 7:30 and attached the garden hose to the drainage faucet, as per instructions from the owners manual. He turned off the power, shut off the cold water line into the heater, and opened the faucet. A few drops trickled from the end of the hose. Then nothing at all. When I arose at 9:00 he was muttering to himself, shaking the hose, and shutting off and reopening the faucet. It had completely clogged up with lime deposit and there was no way to reopen it. After a few pithy remarks to each other, I sneaked off and called the help line for some advice. The technician was most helpful, advising me that there was no way to dislodge the lime buildup except by taking off the hose, jamming a thin piece of wire up into the faucet and wiggling it around until we have the line unclogged. I reported this information to my husband, and he reluctantly tried the system, with no result. Finally, to make a long story short, we took the faucet off and a stream of water shot out of the hole, reaching out to the edge of the patio, and allowing us to empty the tank. This could not have been done if the heater had been installed inside the house, but luckily it worked for us. After the tank was empty, we installed a new heating element, and the job was done, seven hours after it had been started. Of course, we immediately forgot all of the rude things we had said to each other, and were inordinately proud of ourselves for completing another task.
Why don't we simply call in a professional to do these things? I wish I knew. Anyway, that is the latest from our household. We have no more projects planned. It's going to be a slow, lazy summer. Take care, keep in touch.
Friday, July 10, 2009
Not much happening
Aha! Here I am again. Nothing too exciting happened today. My husband and I are listening to a book disc titled "Blood From a Stone" but I am afraid I am a little too restless to listen for hours as he can, so I sneaked off to my computer and will join him again later. His power of concentration is better than mine.
He just stuck his head in the door of my room and said "It's getting exciting." Maybe I better join him and get in on the action. Let's see what happens tomorrow.
He just stuck his head in the door of my room and said "It's getting exciting." Maybe I better join him and get in on the action. Let's see what happens tomorrow.
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
A trip into the past
Thank goodness, I can type again. With difficulty, it is true, but i can do it, neverthless. I have just about recovered from my last fall, and the last of the bruise marks are slowly fading. Believe me, i walk carefully now!
Yesterday we took a lovely little day trip to the beautiful city of Petaluma, where we took a walking tour of many Victorian houses, some restored and some just as they were when they were built in the 1860's. The yards were gorgeous, with roses, hydrangeas, dahlias and many other varieties of flowers in full bloom. I rode in style in my wheelchair, pushed by my husband. A visit to the museum completed a very enjoyable day.
My husband and I declared a moratorium on TV but being of weak will, it is back on again. We simply could not stand any more coverage of Michael Jackson's death and the programs we have been watching are mostly reruns. He has an old American Classic movie on, but I retired to my computer. I promise, i will try to keep up my blogging more frequently, it is supposed to be a sort of journal of my life. So take care, I like to think of all of you reading my efforts, good or bad, and thinking of me.
Yesterday we took a lovely little day trip to the beautiful city of Petaluma, where we took a walking tour of many Victorian houses, some restored and some just as they were when they were built in the 1860's. The yards were gorgeous, with roses, hydrangeas, dahlias and many other varieties of flowers in full bloom. I rode in style in my wheelchair, pushed by my husband. A visit to the museum completed a very enjoyable day.
My husband and I declared a moratorium on TV but being of weak will, it is back on again. We simply could not stand any more coverage of Michael Jackson's death and the programs we have been watching are mostly reruns. He has an old American Classic movie on, but I retired to my computer. I promise, i will try to keep up my blogging more frequently, it is supposed to be a sort of journal of my life. So take care, I like to think of all of you reading my efforts, good or bad, and thinking of me.
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