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I... actually had to check. Time seems to fly, if sometimes very slowly. I never know, with certainty, which day it is. And, for the most part, for me, it doesn't matter. Still, a good thing to know. I do have an appointment soon. So, good to stay aware. It wasn't until 09:30 before I woke, give or take ten minutes. It was 23:00 or after before bedtime. Fair enough.
Ducks were let out. The two muscovys drakes are fighting. Henry, the indian runner, seems to be trying to officiate. Well, when he isn't pecking at one or the other. He hasn't seemed to make up his mind which side he should be on. Oh, he fights them too. And, actually, while he has no chance? They also don't take him seriously. So... it's... more Henry struggling against mountains than a real fight. He falls in love with one of the muscovy hens from time to time, and that doesn't work.
Lungs are still a bit wonky. Which doesn't make sense. Today is day five of medicine. I upped the water pills to two, even so fluid it starting to build in my feet again. If I think it is leaving the lungs. Perhaps the feet are a temporary placement until lungs are cleared? I am considering going to three water pills, temporarily. I haven't been drinking more, so it looks like mere displacement. With more water pills, for a few days to a week, I might get that out, then begin cutting the water pills to one, again. One just wasn't doing it initially. Will have to see if one works longer term... but after I dry out a bit better.
Bratwursts, last night for supper. I also sliced and pickled red onion, as well I set up and made garlic confit. Well, and I chopped all of the green onions and then chopped celery, put those in containers, some for the freezer, some for the refrigerator. Curious how well that works over time. I really live having those on hand, can't really use all that much all at once, but hate wasting. Will see if this works out. If so, one bunch of celery and three or four bunches of green onions might well last two to three months, without waste... or much less. I may try yellow and red onion that way too. I like some fresh though, and it lasts fairly well. Pickled red onion might be fine, but I wouldn't want pickled onion in everything either.
I have been brushing my teeth three times a week since I found some measure of health and began working here at home again. I have been using my special salt, baking powder, and iodine based mouth wash daily during that time, plus a mouthwash which is better for the gums after. I will be able to cut that special mouthwash to once or twice a week now. It... clears out what ails me. Everything should be down to maintenance levels... which means... once or twice a week. The teeth feel so very different. Still have tea stains, but... less. Life is improving in odd little ways like that.
A shower today, I hope. Dishes sometime, caught back up. I only have... seven things to wash, ten? The counters are clean, if the stove always seems to need cleaning! Ugh. Chores soon. I gave the girls snacks, set out their food for after I feed the rabbits. Windows, downstairs, were opened. Being 55 outside at 09:30, I thought it a good plan.
Today? I didn't get to boxes. I will today. As well, I will collect trash and recycling. It isn't recycling week, but getting it out and set is still good. If I find more foods to go to the basement, that will happen. And I really need to hit upstairs. The bathroom? Yes, that too. I think I might be able to get all of those pretty much done or very close. I wont' be working fast, or hard. In short, discreet, slow, groupings.
I am tired. I am worn. Medicine is taking a bit of a toll even if on the lessor stuff. But I can... get some things done. And, if it gets up to the 60's or 70's, I might even try to figure out how to do some work outside! I found a couple of bunches of bailing wire, so doing work on the cages might be something... adding the cage hay feeders, and getting some of the feed bins on more securely. As well, secondary feeders for when the girls start kitting. As well, moving branches still around from last year, so as to get both hutches back up under in shade. One is facing directly east, which would kill the rabbits as it gets direct sun most of the day. So... moving branches... or even getting started on that... would be good.
All of it? Doubtful. If I could get he bathroom, pieces of the rest would be fine. I want to be set up for when help returns, so only two-person work would mostly be left to do. As much as possible. I should make a list of projects I want done, so I can see what I can do solo, and get as much of that done as possible.
Uhrm... assuming I can lift my butt out of this chair any time soon. Ugh. It's the goal. Hmm? Right. The want of breakfast might do that. To be honest, I am not terribly hungry. But, I really would like to see if I can get the bigger pan mastered, for breakfast. Oh, and fresh green onions/chives on the eggs sounds good. I also have fresh salsa. More? I did refresh my almond and coconut flours, so may try a mug bread... see if fresher ingredients help.
Chatter-bugging this morning! Ah, but it's a good morning... if my lungs are a bit bent, body a bit worn and tired, and brain a bit groggy. All good. Later.
"I... actually had to check. Time seems to fly, if sometimes very slowly. I never know, with certainty, which day it is."
ReplyDeleteOne of the first things that went upon retirement was my sense of time, so yes you're not alone in having to remind one's self what day it is.
I've been retired for... 34 years now. Oh, there were a few times where I was supposed to know the day... college for example. But, until they started treating the heart condition, and in a way I could handle it, I just never knew. Even checking, I might well forget a few minutes later.
ReplyDeleteI am just getting back to knowing which day it is, usually. If probably about as good as you can do. Retirement is a whole different thing. Then again, I wonder, how many people really know what particular day, any particular day is? Work or weekend, for most, often? I was never great knowing which day it was, unless something fun, great, or bad was coming up. Even then I slipped often.