TALKING TO MYSELF

Published April 16, 2020 by Nan Mykel

I wonder if plumbers are essential. The “ball” in my toilet tank is being propped up by a bottle of something, after the great deluge…..

Is time really moving on? Unsure if my dead watch battery can be replaced before all this ends….

Oh, dear.  I forgot and gave F. a hug when she cried today because a friend with alzheimers died in a nursing home. The nursing home called his wife and just said, “He’s dead.”  He entered the nursing home in October. Wonder what he died of.

What does streaming mean? I forgot to ask my son when I called tonight.

Whose side is evolution on, anyway?  Altering to let viruses live longer or humans?

Goodness, another dream about speaking before a gathering at the Unitarian church.  And other people dropping by my house on Wednesday nights without being invited, or reminded that it’s group night.  Am I so hungry for attention?

Mollie’s improvement appears to be due to getting the daily attention from a nurse via the mandated taking of temperature at the developmental center she’s in. 

It was great fun doing Skype with Sallie.  I guess that’s what Zoom is, but I’m puzzled because the tube’s ad first calls it “noom,” or some such.

I realized today what convinces me to get out of bed in the mornings: food.

I’ve run out of good mysteries. I know there’s some books on line, but since I don’t have a real smartphone, I can’t read them lying in bed, and I do love lying in bed with the electric blanket.

Maybe if I can just accomplish ONE THING a day with my task of getting organized, then if “this” is all over before I am, I will have made some progress.  If not, my poor surviving kids…

So glad last night that I can still climb out of the tub after a down-in-the-water bath.  It will be a week before F. comes again to help. 

Received an e-mail from A, who went to India over the holidays.  He hasn’t been allowed to leave India for the time being.

I think I’ll make this a recurring blog, because exciting things occupy my mind, if not my life.  [How can that be?]  

 

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