”allergy get thee to a nunnery!”
Poor oft quoted Shakespeare. His words get so distorted in delivering cute modern ideas. The point is that I bought a “Breathe Healthy Honeycomb Beige Mask - Asthma/Allergy Air Filtering Dust Mask with Germ Killing Antimicrobial Ideal for Sanding & Drywall, Renovation” through Amazon from Breathe Healthy company this morning at 2:30 am and it will be delivered Sunday the eleventh. What a miracle age we live in! I will wear it on my upcoming trip into the hill country.
As I was preparing a portion of the lentil soup, which gets better with age, I thought that a great item to have would be freeze storage containers like the trays TV dinners are in. That way one could apportion out his leftovers in a balanced diet manner. I wonder if such things are already available.
I am up early because my right shoulder is in mortal pain, or so it feels. As I was readying to rub my right shoulder with Ben-Gay a stroke of inspiration hit. I sleep in old and now extremely snug tee-shirts; I suspect they act as swaddling on me. Anyway I reckoned I could smear a generous portion of Ben-Gay inside the right shoulder without getting my left hand coated with the grease. It would have worked if my mind had chosen the correct shoulder. As a result my tee shirt has Ben-Gay on the top inside of both shoulders. Since the pain is relieved I do not mind the extra strong odor. I am tempted to monogram the right shoulder of all my sleeping shirts with “This one dummy”.
My senior grandson graduates from his Navy Boot Camp today. I had so planned on going to Chicago for the ceremony but the air fare is more than I can afford and the weather there is just too frightful for this Texas Gulf Coast old man.
Yesterday evening was game night. My girl friend inveigled me into playing. She was already committed to a table with her long term buddies so I sat at a table with an older woman in a walker and Joe and a youngish looking woman. Youngish meaning like 60 plus. We played 4 handed dominoes with opening play rotating with each new hand. At first I had sympathy toward the older woman and assumed she would be a slow feeble player. The broad was sharp as a tack and had her domino in hand before the preceding player made a move. She beat us like cheap paper drums. Turns out she is 94 years old and had only recently moved into Clarewood because she had recently fallen and scared herself. She had been living alone since her husband died 22 years before. She has outlived her kids and her grandkids all live far away.
I finally got a picture of Rascal during a moment of repose. He actually assumed a pose when he saw the camera. He had been playing “mouse under the covers” shortly before falling over in exhaustion. The dude now weighs 12 pounds.
I cannot sleep and we were both hungry. I asked Rascal if he wanted some “feeds” and he jumped out of bed and ran to the kitchen. There, lying on the counter was the menu planners. Item one was biscuits. Done and done! Ha! That tube defeats me always. Nevertheless the plan said “BISCUITS”. I squinted up my eyes, tiny, tiny instructions and found the so-called release tab and gave a small pull. The outer label pilled off as it were the clothing of a cheap “lady of easy virtues”. Nude before me was the unwrapped canister. I pressed my thumb gently where directed as to arouse smoldering passions in my lady and “POP” the tube blew asunder and dropped the sweet flesh into my hands. I had turned the oven to 400F as directed preciously. Then I realized I did not know the directions for the frozen “RICHARDS CRAWFISH ETTOUFFEE” the planned demanded. The wrapper in giant print said “do not preheat the oven, put the container in the middle of a cooking sheet, insert into oven and turn oven to 350 and heat for 50 minutes.” Oh what to do? I dropped the oven to 350, inserted the crawfish dish and at 30 minutes I will raise the temp to 400 and place the biscuits around the crawfish bowl and cook for another 20 minutes before removing the crawfish. I suspect I can tell when the biscuits are done.
The reason I cannot sleep is that today I heard news that one of my dearest friends is near death. She is so much younger than I that it doesn’t seem fair. I hope the end is mercifully painless. I ache for the family being left behind. Her son joining the Navy was the occasion for me suggesting to my grandson that he join the Navy. Rest in peace Captain.
Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.
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