Somehow, I lost track of the entire day. I thought Saturday was Friday. I took my Friday meds on Saturday. I recorded my Saturday weight on my sheet as Friday. When I went to watch a mail order disc on my computer, I glanced at the date line and goggled.
I corrected the date on the weight sheet. I took Saturday's meds today. Should I move today's meds back to the Friday slot, so I remember what really happened? Probably.
As far as I know, I've never had a fear of triskaidekaphobia, but maybe something more is going on in my subconscious than I realize.
Nola, age three and a half, got her owl with feathers that count from 1-9 in bright, primary colors, while her brother got the butterfly whose wings spell out the alphabet. Now, everyone knows kids have short attention spans, but their father reports that when he tried to help Nola, she'd bat his hands away, "No, daddy, it's MINE!"
Other interests took over briefly, but all day, the owl and the butterfly were the clear winners.
Better than half way through December, only four days shy of the winter solstice, we are having snow. It started off shortly after 10 pm last night (right after the POSSUM snapped herself into the trap–the only reason I went out onto the porch at that time of night) with sleet that blew under the front porch roof and coated the entire porch and all three steps with ice, then a bitter, hard, spitting snow. I swept the steps of everything not already iced down.
Three times today, I've swept varying amounts off the porch, always at least an inch. About three pm I got the car out and cautiously drove down the hill, as I'd been ordering paperback books, and if they were sent in anything not plastic, the mailbox would be likely to leak snow all over them, which could cause damage. I'd gotten several individual books that were wrapped in cut up barrel grocery brown bags recently, which I'm sure is cheaper than buying plastic mailers, if you choose to ignore the time it takes to wrap it. I got so chilled last time, I may decide to just wait - the computer says we're heading for -2° (and the indoor/outdoor thermometer says 1° now, so that might be an overly optomistic prediction.)
MS had told me last night he'd come take Mz O'possum out of the trap today, but he spent the whole day trying to get his second vehicle to run. He now has three, two of which he might not be able to get up and running. He called after dark, saying he'd get her tomorrow. I'm betting, if the forecast is right, she's there 'til Monday.
I had an email from my Rochester sister – a fellow my age who used to date sister #2 dropped over dead of a heart attack while shoveling snow. That third porch sweeping, I left the bottom two steps undone. The wind was up and by the time I'd gotten some food out for the cats, I knew I needed to go back inside. I'm sure the snow will still be there tomorrow. :-(
So, three times running, I saw an extremely pg possum on my front porch.
In broad daylight, there she was in all her broad splendor, eating scraps out of the turkey roaster base I'd left on the front porch. I'd just come back from a shopping trip, and had pulled up to unload the car. Instead, I picked up my cane that lives by the shift counsel in the center between the bucket seats and started up the steps. The possum climbed up on TOP of the trap, whose door had been tripped. I took a swing at it and she ran, scooting across the porch, down the steps, over to gravel and into the space underneath the basement steps. I unloaded everything onto the front porch, except the cooler full of frozen food, which needed to go in the basement freezer, except for the fresh meat. Grabbing the plastic bag of meat out, I automatically shut the lid, as that was all that went into the house. I totally spaced off the trip down the steep basement stairs.
My last trip out was for purse and plastic bag "book bag" substitute, which I picked up after parking the car in the garage. I bated the trap with expired fruit, not very attractive, but I'd successfully caught stuff with it before. Two days later, I had my eye appointment. The temperature was 36°, and the three half gallons of "exotic" ice cream types (Caramel Praline Crunch, Toasted Almond Fudge, and Butter Pecan,) were totally thawed. My neighbor told me to refreeze the frozen stuff, as his was always melted by the time they got it home. I did the with the dinners, but...
Just THINK how much weight I "lost" by having the ice creams all revert to liquid!
I'd seen the possum three nights running when I got the idea to bate the trap with the unlicked Butter pecan carton. Last night, around 9 pm, I heard the jaws of the trap click. (Actually, since it's a live trap, I really heard the lid drop into place. I'd been hearing it regularly. Once for a mother cat who KNEW BETTER, once on a 3/4 grown wild black cat with fetching white goatee and nose, and once with TWO yellow sibs the same size, age. [Ice cream ALWAYS tastes better when shared with a friend, don't you know…])
Not only did the coon lick the plastic carton, he/she also trashed it for me.
Blessed are those who can give without remembering and take without forgetting.
The irony of life is that, by the time you're old enough to know your way around, you're not going anywhere.
God made man before woman so as to give him time to think of an answer for her first question.
I was always taught to respect my elders, but it keeps getting harder to find one.
Aspire to inspire before you expire.
Every morning is the dawn of a new error.