Tag: quotidian

Musings

Published on by Grace6 Comments

It is 2 pm. We finished lunch at 1 and then I sat and went through my email – so many newspaper articles and book reviews and I want to read them all. I scan through some, read others in their entirety but not truly absorbing their content. There are still more left unopened.

There is the book I am reading while I eat lunch. I skipped the middle, the beginning was of interest, the last third even more so, I have about 100 pages left to read. I want to, I do.

Mornings are so busy – especially the mornings that include a shower for my husband. I grab a half hour here or there to do some of MY stuff – read some of those articles, pay a bill, research a new doctor. Do some odd housekeeping chores, laundry, wash dishes, cook lunch.

Then there is this afternoon time. I can barely keep my eyes open – so tired. Lately I have been lying down after lunch, during this time that I am now writing instead of resting, and I’ll drift off for 40 winks because my brain knows that I have to be up at 3:15 to make my husband his coffee and snack to have at 3:30 when he watches Jeopardy re-runs.

6 o’clock comes quickly. Evening meds and other odds and ends – perhaps wash all the dishes – from lunch and afternoon snack, I often save them all up and just do it all in one fell swoop. Oh, and my husband’s physical therapy exercises, have to do those as well.

Where does the time go?

7pm – a light supper and then sitting like a lump, watching television I have no interest in, wasting precious time doing nothing when I could be doing something – my husband wants company – he sits all day in his recliner – unable to do anything on his own. While I flit around the apartment doing this and that – fetching for him – trying to steal a moment here and there for me – but there is no ME.

And here I sit writing when I could be catching a much needed nap, because I need to, write this, at this moment. Write this. Write other thoughts that are swirling through my mind.

But I must stop now. I need to lie down – just for a bit. Please.

There was no shower song this morning but there was a laundry song – Enya – Only Time.

I miss having a fully functioning brain

Published on by Grace11 Comments

I know I promised not to whinge and whine and kvetch about my life as it now stands – just barely stands – lo these past 5 months.  But my brain is mush, getting mushier by the day. I miss have a perky peppy brain. I miss writing. I miss reading.

So perhaps I can make myself a promise to write some nonsense here every day.

How about we talk about pie? Y’all know I love pie, most particularly fruit pies with a side order of key lime pie. Considering lime is a fruit I suppose we can throw that into the fruit pie category. Tho it is like a cream pie and I don’t like cream pies.

Anyway…

Much as I like to bake, and I’m not a half bad baker, I can’t do pies. The crust is easy-peasy, I do an all butter crust, it’s the fillings that never come out right. Therefore when I get pie-cravings I buy frozen pies that you bake at home. Oddly, baked in a bakery pies are never all that good.

My husband has finally succumbed to my pie preference when it comes to baked goods (in addition to his devotion to Twinkies and Hostess Cupcakes – eww!) and asks for pie every week when I put in the grocery order.

Here’s what you need to know about store bought, frozen, bake-it-yourself pies – fruit pies must be Marie Callender. I just took a Dutch Apple Pie out of the oven – Heavenly. Dutch Apple is also known as Apple Crumb Pie. I have my mother’s recipe for apple crumb pie, always a favorite of mine, but I have never attempted to make it.

When it comes to pumpkin pie Mrs. Smith’s is the way you want to go. Mrs. Smith’s fruit pies – Meh. The pumpkin pie? Hoo-Boy that’s good eating. I have consumed an entire pie in one day.  I do not share my pumpkin pie.

A very good key lime pie? Edwards. Edwards does cream pies and you can buy them whole or individual slices. The pies are adorned with something that purports to be whipped cream, I always scrape it off. My husband has me add even more whipped cream. That’s a thing with him – he smothers all desserts in whipped cream. My husband is a culinary philistine.  Don’t get me started.

Today’s shower song – John Denver – Take Me Home Country Roads