Monday Moanin’

I hurried through the morning routines and left early for work on Monday morning. Why? Well, I had some things in the trunk that the garbage men won’t take (like that metal chair I used for showering when I had the rotator cuff surgery – I don’t need it now since they made me buy a real shower chair after my spine fusion). I have unwritten privileges from Facilities to use the dumpster behind Building 7 when I need it as long as I’m not “obvious” about it.

I also had that box of old papers I mentioned, with mortgage papers for old homes, old tax returns, etc., that need to be shredded, but well beyond the capability of my little shredder (it’s so old it chokes if you put in three pages at once). So, that went into the locked shredder container in my building. Almost every building has one, and when its full, the service comes and shreds the contents right on site, so there are no security concerns.

I probably whined about it before, but my back was still killing me. It’s funny, because I never was impressed with the morphine until after I stopped taking it. So, I spent the day trying not to lean against the back of my chair, walking around a lot, etc.

The weather was as predicted, cool and with a sharp northwest wind. Even though I had my winter coat on, I was wishing I’d worn a hat and gloves! So, between the hurting back and the miserable weather conditions, the only outside thing I did after work was to get the trash out to the road. I used the car like I always do, but there were three bags this time (due to the closet cleaning) so it took two trips. Oh, I did go out back and take a picture of the transplanted day lily for Anonymous, too.

Jyl had emailed me that her sister Judy would be interested in the day bed, but needed measurements so she could see if she could fit it in her car. So, I measured it and called Judy. I just got her voicemail, but I left the information and my phone number.

My daughter Melissa called which was weird because I had planned on calling her tonight. While I was talking with her, Judy called back and left her voicemail, so I called her back after Melissa and I were finished. She’s going to try and locate somebody with a truck (she thought it was a futon) and hopefully pick it up this weekend. It sounded like she really needs it, so that made me feel good.

I made a sandwich for my dinner and ate that with some leftover macaroni and cheese. Speaking of the macaroni and cheese, Michelle and Vicky at work asked me why I didn’t use something like Velveta instead of the cheddar if I knew it would taste gritty. Well, I didn’t “know” it would taste gritty, but now I think I might make it again, only using grated American cheese instead.

Grating Velveta as is would be challenging, but I think if I put it in the freezer for a while, it might harden up enough to grate easier.

I spent the rest of the evening in bed, trying to find a position that didn’t hurt and watching an old (1949) western called “Ambush” on the Turner Classic Movie channel.