Regarding the weather, it rained again last night and the temperatures are now in the 80s. August is so much nicer than July. I know the papers are full of information about the abysmal heat and the water wars, but we continue to escape the worst of it around here.
I made a luscious chicken dish yesterday (Osso Buco) found in the Weight Watchers One Pot Cookbook. I switched some of the ingredients (parsley and cilantro) and used a can of diced tomatoes with green chiles, which gave the dish a great taste. Next time, I think I will add a couple of potatoes. I’d post the recipe (shown on the cover of the book), but I would probably be violating a copyright of some kind.
Ever absent-minded, I have purchased a notebook/journal to keep track of what I do. I’m dividing the notebook into several sections:
1/ what I cooked and liked. I need this information for meal planning and grocery shopping. David becomes annoyed with me if I toss something he “paid good money for;”
2/ what I planted and where in the garden (I also use photos), environmental conditions that affected the plant as well as actions I took to care for it;
3/ what I have in my pantry, closet, etc. For most of my shopping (online), I can walk to this room or that room and see if I already have whatever. It means boxes on the doorstep, but fewer trips out to shop.
For years, I retained many things in my head. Friends and colleagues commented on my memory. I didn’t use any of the mnemonic devices the self-help magazines describe, I simply had a good memory.
All those thoughts and factoids are probably still in my head, but data retrieval is not as easy as it once was. However, almost daily, a random thought escapes the disc and floats like space junk into my conscious mind. On these occasions, I think, “I had forgotten that.” I’d give you an example, but I can’t remember any of them now.
David and I both have such a structured routine we often forget some little thing, such as did I put Spenda in his coffee? Did I pour his orange juice? Did he take his pills? Did I take my pills? I can tell the day of the week by my pill-box, but did I take today’s pills? Whatever today is.
I currently write “change the air conditioning filter, change the 3 Vornado air purification filters and the water filter; give the dogs their monthly pills, water daily, etc; on my calendar along with doctor, dentists, and other appointments. I make the dog’s grooming appointment when I pick them up from their last gooming. I make my hair appointment with their grooming dates. When I remember to do a task I give myself a gold star. I have a packet of those little gold stars teachers use. I like gold stars.
Friday, David finally hauled himself over to the hospital to visit his orthopedic surgeon. The X-ray showed no broken bones as of that visit. He promptly came home and tripped over a box of dog food on the front porch (delivered by the FedEx guy) and fell all the way to the bottom of the steps landing on the hard concrete surface.
When he came in the house he was bleeding through his shirt. The Plavix has indeed made his almost 83-year old blood thin. He had busted both of the hematomas resulting from his fall the week before. His artificial hip is fine but the tissue around it as bruised as when he had surgery. His thin arm and elbow were a mess, the loose skin hanging in a lump, full of fluid from the swelling tissue and blood. The next morning, I asked him how he was, and he grumpily said, “Just Fine.” He then proceeded to fall down again.
He is angry. He had never taken many falls, even when he was drinking. Now 32 years sober, he is falling down a lot. He says it is because he is “rushing.” This leads to a discussion about why he is rushing. I think it is a lifetime of rushing here and there. He resents having to slow down “like an old man.” Both the pharmacist and the technician at the hospital told him he was tottering. “Am I unstable?” He asks. He wants me to tell him no, he’s just fine, and I do. His PT told him to walk with a cane, but he resists.
Our old dog requires much care and David treats her like a baby. I did too, until I fell down the stairs with her. She whines in pain from arthritis and he medicates her. You probably saw the photo below on Facebook, but just in case I want you to know we are not the only people who care for an aging dog. According to a report we heard on Fox News, the owner takes the dog into Lake Superior for her arthritis. The dog is so soothed by the water she goes to sleep on his chest.