I have some of Mama's plates, which were originally her mother's (Goobie's, whom I used to call Mama...). And some of her cookware, a huge old iron skillet. Since Morgan had asked for some piece of clothing of Mama's to sew into her wedding gown, I thought she might like to have some of the dishes and pans, too. Morgan will have all new wonderful shiny pans and sparkling china, I'm sure, but I guess it has just dawned on me - she grew up with Mama. Her Grandma was always there, just next door. Morgan is so quiet and I'm not with her much, so I haven't realized how she must miss her, just like I grew up with my grandma and she was always there for me, too. So that's what I did this morning - took pictures of most of the dishes, emailed them to Mike and Marsha and asked them to see if Morgan would like to have them for sentimental reasons. Meanwhile, Sher and I have an idea for the wedding gown attachment.
There is a corner cabinet near my stove that is just the most awful cabinet - built in 1962 I think this house was, when most little ranch houses didn't have custom cabinets or lazy susans. I had some of Mama's pans in there out of the way and I cleaned all that out. I will not purposely put anything back there because I can't get on my knees, push myself far enough into the cabinet, or squat down to reach! I always said when the knees go, too bad. I have to say they aren't as stiff these last couple of weeks - more attempts at just such as this today, more bending, lifting, more walking Oscar. But if I can't use it, it isn't going back in the corner. I know that can be said for lots of little crannies in this old house. I think cleaning out clutter will not be as hard as I thought. This time around I better look at it, feel of it, think on it, make a picture of it, cry over it (Bren!), 'cause it's going to find another home.
And no, it can't be done all in one day. Where did this one go so fast?
Sher called; she was off today - was it another holi... No, it wasn't a holiday, but her every-other-Monday off schedule. She was walking Bailey and it was 55 and sunny in Panama City. She emailed later and said she'd be using email more now that I'm home.
Jean came over around 2:30 and we picked up pecans in neighbor Joe's yard. Paul had seen him this morning and asked if we could. I kept missing him at home. So she came all bundled up with a bucket and a pecan picker-upper. Paul has one, too, and off we went to his back yard. Got about 2 or 3 gallons for her.
Gail at the library called and said I have a book there I'd requested. ("Are you home-home?" she asked when I answered. Yes, I really am!) I needed to pick up something and leave something at the cleaners. So Oscar and I go off on our small errands this afternoon. The library has new paint inside, there's a nice fireplace in the magazine area, and the youth room is where the genealogy/history room was. Audio books have been moved closer to the front. I saw Mary Slocum, whom I worked with for a year at Farmers Co-op many years ago. Same laughing, smiling Mary. I don't run into her often and it was good to see her.
I started watching the PBS movie I'd taped and Paul came home, so I relinquished the TV to him, for news and such. We ate a quick supper and he went to bed early. I had napped in the recliner so not real sleepy. Finished my movie later and then watched House, which I'd taped.
I'm trying to keep notes on a calendar of just memorable things each day so I won't look back and wonder what on earth I did! That's just an old habit from working 45+ years. (Not all at WECC, but mostly.) And a notebook by the computer to jot notes and reminders. My list. And I have almost absolute freedom to do them or not. Or wait till the next day.
Tomorrow I see Dr. Sifford at the hospital, just a check-up. I tried repeatedly to find out if I am supposed to have another scan, and finally someone at his office said, no, he didn't indicate so in his notes of my August visit. They had told me two years ago he would probably follow the lung nodule for a couple of years and if there was no change, follow-up just once a year.
So now... The house is quiet. My two guys have gone to bed early. Oscar was very quiet this evening compared to yesterday. The clock has just struck and I hear another one ticking off in the bedroom. Every time I happened to look at a clock today, it was an hour later than I imagined.
Reading: The Help. (Yes, still. I'm into it now, though. It's very good. I have a stack I got renewed today, too.)
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