My finger feels a bit better now, so I thought I’d drop a line. I burned it earlier when I turned on the wrong burner and overheated a pan I’ve had for over 50 years. It was a good pan, and now its charcoal. I tried to move the pan while it was hot, with a heat pad, but one wayward finger touched it. David carried the pan to the trash bin and I’m using a “new” pan I bought two years ago to make my Mom’s famous Tex-Mex chili for our big meal today. I make the same amount mom did and I did when I had three kids at home, so we have plenty of leftovers.
Meanwhile, despite the rain and sleet and high winds, David recovered his desk top computer yesterday, so we are one step closer to loading TurboTax and proceeding with the federal income taxes. The remainder of the W-2 forms came in the mail today, the only outstanding pieces of paper we needed. My job is to pull all the paperwork together. The medical stuff alone is a huge pile.
I handle the bills and most of the paperwork these days, and this month I partially automated our electric bill. This means I paid it online. Next month the bill will arrive online. My goal is to get all the bills automated and now, except for the newspapers, they mostly are.
Automation, just one more thing to keep the old grey matter charged.
Above, David playing tennis with Uncle Clarence in Sheboygan WI, probably in the early 1990s.
Earlier I loaded the paper towels on our antiquated paper towel holder. David can’t do that anymore because he can’t lift his right arm higher than his shoulder and the paper towel holder is under a cabinet. David’s shoulder is one more joint the surgeon says he cannot fix.
David says he’s going to play tennis again, and I don’t discourage him by being a nay-sayer. He played tennis with the seniors group here in Arlington several times a week until he fell in the driveway and broke his hip when he was 78.
We finally managed to get the dogs to Alan, our dog groomer, yesterday, but I missed my turn with Nash. Meanwhile, I look pretty scruffy. Our cleaner, Ines doesn’t mind. She came Wednesday, the first time in several weeks. She said they had moved houses, and she had much paper-work. Don Jose’s English is not so good, and he cleaned the past few weeks with a couple of the girls who work for Ines, none of whom speak English. Don Jose is a sweet man, and he calls me ‘Miss Dianne,’ but I like it better when Ines comes.
David banged his hands again last night and the bruises are totally black today. He says the trash can lid fell on him. We have the wheelie bins that sail away if the lid is raised in a high wind and he was trying to hang on. Everywhere you look danger lurks for the senior.