The exercise bike and the last cup of tea

I’m finally settling in, here, but the alarm is set for 6:30 a.m., which is when the Crock-Pot is to turn itself off. Al still is trying to fight off that cold and waking up coughing during the night. I’m surprised that he can still talk. He has continued to be there for his volunteer work shifts. I’d just as soon he’d stay home, but … I guess not.

We finally got to the butcher shop on Tuesday. This week it’s baked chicken breast (cooked at 400 °F, powdered garlic on one side, and smoked paprika on the other) for soups and salads, and pulled beef slow-cooked in roasted red pepper & tomato soup along with a sliced yellow onion.

Once more, I almost finished washing the dishes before setting out to make a mess, again. One accomplishment today, once I’d finished being ill, was putting in three miles on the exercise bicycle. Looking back in my notes, I can’t find any mention of getting on the thing since last April. I think it has been a long stretch, this time. Must dig out my exercise DVD to find something for lateral (?) leg muscles.

I feel much more relaxed, tonight, than earlier in the day. My mother, who has been worrying herself half to death because Al and I have not been able to make the short drive home to take care of her chores, wrote to tell us how she had decided to approach each one of the items on her list, solving the problems on her own. For which I am most grateful. If nothing else, it will help her to feel more competent/confident, again.

We just need that sometimes.

Oolong tea tastes really good.

Good night!



winter afternoons
in the glassed gazebo, warm
from the distant sun.

A nice thought. We have had warmer temperatures, but the sun has been hidden behind the clouds. I have been working to not have my days disappearing unnoticed, but I am not managing that well. The time spent previously this week was enjoyable, and I am hopeful about next week’s weather, after the first day or two.

yet again the day
proceeded into evening,
afternoon bypassed

Yesterday, I wrote to my mother to cancel out on a drive to their home. I am not well and think it best to consider myself still contagious. (Al, also.) My parents do not need to add a broader selection of bacteria and viruses than they currently maintain. Think on ‘t, I don’t need that for myself, either, although I have not been so careful as I might have.

The weather through the weekend appears dangerous for driving, with snow and then temperatures at the freezing mark with chances of sleet, snow and blowing snow. Our current plan is to (a) get well within the next four days and (b) head for their place on Tuesday. Wednesday would be too late, because Mother has her appointment at the salon for a shampoo and hair color, and the chemicals do not agree with me. We could, if we had to, try for Wednesday morning.

so near, yet far, now
miles and years…miles seem longer
childhood’s lost in mist

Today, I tried a different approach to the day. I rode with Al when he took Samantha to the groomer’s shop, and then we stopped by Denny’s for breakfast. I ordered the new Supreme Green Skillet. Lots of avocados and really good. Al had a Philly Cheese Steak Omelette. We stopped by the grocer’s to pick up milk, juice, soup and fresh fruit and then came home.

I slept until Al came home with Samantha, woke up to feed her, and then woke up just before Al was ready to leave, again. He stayed long enough for me to take a shower.

And so I now am here alone, waiting for Elementary at nine o’clock, while Al’s off having coffee at “his” coffee shop. Ah! The nesting process is not limited by gender, but defined by comfort zones. If we ever get the basement straightened up, again, he will have a place to nest in the house. There are three hobby rooms downstairs, and only one of them is mine, and it doubles as a storage space….But I have my gazebo, which my husband planned and built.

I am going to have cottage cheese and watermelon for supper, I think. Maybe just a double helping of watermelon. Hmm!