The sun is out and it’s cool and still, like yesterday. The pickup is waiting it’s turn at the mechanic’s shop and I got my morning errands done. The oven is preheating for lunch and we are finally done with the awful ‘burn off’ odor. The 4 1/2 hour self-clean cycle fixed that.
Brad has a call in to our contractor/home repair guy to rehang three doors that won’t close properly since we had the floor leveled earlier in the year. It was tempting to call our son-in-law, David, but the man is covered up in work and tired all the time, and has been battling migraines lately, so even though we know he would love to come out and take care of the problem, we’ll give the guy a break this time around. He has little enough time at home with Audrey and the children as it is.
I missed my appointment at the chiropractor last Wednesday because of an awful headache and not sleeping well, so it was nice to see him this morning for an adjustment. The man is a life saver! I mentioned the headache still hanging around and he did some scalp massage and adjustment and it feels so much better. I always take my knitting with me for the waiting room but didn’t do much today because I was enjoying conversation with a lovely couple and another gentleman, all of us about the same age, all of us battling ‘age’ stuff.
The couple were originally from Mexico. He was 20 when he came to the US and they lived in Chicago for 50 yrs. They moved to Texas six months ago to be near their children. They are charming, friendly people and I don’t remember the last time I enjoyed a conversation with total strangers that much. The other gentleman chuckled a couple of times and nodded his head at the ‘age related’ aches and pains that had us all in the chiropractors office this morning.
We all four agreed that we have to laugh about it because it doesn’t do any good to whine! I told them the story about the elderly man in the grocery store, back when I was in my 20’s, who had trouble reaching something on the top shelf. I asked if I could help and he said, “Oh, yes! Please!” He was so frail and I asked if he was OK. He beamed at me and said, “If I wake up one morning and nothing hurts I’ll know I’m dead!” We all had a good laugh, as did the receptionist. Attitude. It’s all about attitude.
I love our new range now that it isn’t stinking up the house. It has a pleasing chime that lets you know it’s finished preheating or when the timer goes off, much like the dishwasher when the cycle is finished. It’s so much nicer than the jarring buzzer that the Kenmore has. I’m beginning to smell the aroma of sweat and sour chicken dinners and it’s making me hungry. The potatoes we had for dinner last night were awesome! Perfectly done and flaky, and we loaded them with toppings. Neither of us could finish our potatoes but it was a nice dinner.
I’m in the mood to bake some homemade biscuits to go with scrambled eggs. We’ve still got fresh eggs from the farm and I could make some gravy to go with the biscuits and eggs. Sometimes we have breakfast for our evening meal, and it’s tempting for this evening, but we have left-over tamales, re-fried beans and rice to finish that our daughter made for us so we’ll plan on breakfast for breakfast in the morning!
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