I woke up at 5:00 AM on Tuesday. It had been a long night. It had been a night of broken sleep, night sweats and vivid dreams. Most of the dreams revolved around conversations with my Mother. The fact that I cannot remember even one conversation troubles me! What was that old woman trying to tell me?
My therapy appointment was changed until 2:00 PM today, so there's no real rush this morning. I ate some oatmeal for breakfast, and then just putzed around doing little things like emptying the dishwasher and so on. I didn't even take my shower until 11:00 AM.
I did put together a shopping list for Kroger's, so after PT was done, I drove over there. I got the items I needed (almost all of them were on sale) and was home just before 4:00 PM. I treated the cats and unpacked the groceries.
Then I finished pickling the beets. I warmed both the beets and the pickling solution up (so they'd be easier to handle) and then peeled the beets and a large red onion. I cut both the onion and all the beets into thin slices. I alternated layers of onions and beets into a large jar I had, added the pickling solution and snapped down the lid (see Photos). I put that into the fridge where it must now sit for three to seven days before using.
Just as I finished up, my brother Carl called. His daughter was at his house, trying to make my recipe for macaroni and cheese and she had a question. Of course, she will try and make it a more "healthy" version, so it won't taste anything like mine (there's no way 2% milk will ever taste like heavy cream!)
I sat on the couch for a while, enjoying being off my feet. Finally, I roused myself to make some dinner. I made some Stove Top stuffing and warmed up one of the roasted chicken breasts. I ate that watching some TV and was sort of settling in for the night when I remembered the downstairs bathroom door I wanted to plane tonight.
So, reluctantly, I got back up and went to work (there wasn't much on TV anyway). I took out the towel and bath mat, got my stool and the plane and cut the door down until it fit again. Then I swept up the sawdust, made a bucket of hot water and Top Job and cleaned the bathroom sink, toilet and floor.
I let that dry overnight, put everything away and went back to the TV and, finally, to sleep.
"It had been a night of broken sleep, night sweats and vivid dreams. Most of the dreams revolved around conversations with my Mother."
ReplyDeleteThat is a curious coincidence. I woke around one o’clock on Tuesday and Wednesday, then tossed and turned until my alarm went off. Like you, I kept dreaming about Grandma Goerlich.