Hubby woke me up early today. He wanted coffee, breakfast, the trash taken out, and his mustache and nails trimmed back. He started to give me more jobs and I caught myself pick at him for turning on lights. “Stop it, Amber (yes, I talk to myself like that).” I I realized I just wanted to drink MY coffee – it was cold by then. We sat for his recording of Laramie. I wonder sometimes what it is about men and old westerns? I got him settled enough that he could take his shower and shave. Then I got ready to head out on an errand of my own.
I stopped by the Dollar Store as requested by my girlfriend and I stayed so we could talk for a few minutes. Some things suck as you get older – there’s no getting around them. Her husband’s dying of cancer and he’s approaching his last days. I haven’t seen Gilbert in a week or so and he’s very frail; 86 lbs. There’s not much of him left. Hospice has told her it won’t be long. I thought he was in his 70’s but he’s only 67. I spoke with him for a moment and told him Steve says hello. He would have said it if he could have. I told Yvonne a bit of what to expect once her husband passes. She didn’t know the body voids after death. I expect she’ll call me when he gets close to the end. I get a bit pensive at times like this. I’ve been present at seven deaths. As hard as it is, it’s also an incredible honor.
Next, I hit the grocery store for the couple things I needed. I found uncured bacon on clearance for $3.29. I always buy it all when I get a markdown on bacon! Three packs for the freezer is a smart deal. I think I’ll make garlicky brussel sprouts with bacon and cheese, and a piece of salmon for dinner. The guys are having Beef Sausage, mac & cheese, and fresh green beans and biscuits.
I’ve turned on Dune to play in the background while I blog and clean.
I began a scarf last night to donate with my pile of knitted hats and headbands. I need to find a charity. I stumbled across a pdf of Rocky Mount charities. I may contact one or two. I’ve been wanting to volunteer for something local and it’s a good starting place.
My Kissy kitty is full of piss and vinegar – that’s Steve’s saying, lol
I have the rest of my day planned out to engage in miscellaneous idleness. Cool phrase, don’t you think? Miscellaneous idleness – I know there was a time I’d have called most of what I do ‘a waste.’ Now, it’s just what I do. It’s living. Every day is open for other things, as needed. Dishes if I feel like it; laundry, probably. Cooking and knitting – of course. Just stuff.