Learning to Walk
More doctors today. Ordinary stuff, though. Annual physical. That sort of thing. Then off to play a bit of golf. The day promises to be cool and overcast. We got more rain yesterday morning, but it slacked off early and stayed partly cloudy. We got right at sixth tenths of an inch over the last two days. Not a record setting rain, but useful. The garden is nicely green, all the little trees are leafed out, and the grounds have a nice verdant look to them.
I had company for dinner last night. That’s always fun. I think my cooking is getting better. It’s still hard to cook for one though, but I’m catching the drift of making a big meal and then saving leftovers. I’m glad I grew up on them and understand their value. I hear all the time about people who don’t like leftovers. I wonder what goes wrong in their mind with the food they ate the night before so that it can’t be consumed the next day? A mystery to ponder, I suppose.
I put up the cat’s winter beds yesterday and tidied up the porch a bit. The swallows are making their usual messes, and I think this year I’m going to do a better job of keeping up. I also noticed the porch furniture needed a good cleaning. That’s something my late wife would have handled already. She liked tidy, and I like tidy, too. And I’ve found, as she already knew, that it’s easier to do, if you keep up with it. I think I can be forgiven, however, over the last several years for my less than aggressive approach. But I’m making up for it, now that life has evened out more or less, as I learn to walk on my own again.
John W. Wilson is the author of The Long Goodbye: A Caregiver's Tale