A Good Day

Friday, August 29, 2014

This was a good day. A really good day. This morning I mowed the front lawn and trimmed a few bushes. It took me two hours and, after taking out the time for naps, was merely half-again as long as I would normally do it. I am so glad James talked me into a self-propelled mower a few years ago.

After a shower, that is almost as much work as working but cleaner, I felt kind of trembly, the spelling checker doesn't like that word but I don't know what to do with it to make it happy because jittery which the spell checker likes is not the right word. Anyway, I looked around for my sugar checker thing and didn't find it. So I had lunch.

Donna saved me the last of the lunch meat, two slices of hers and one of mine, and the last slice of bread (which reminds me I need to get another loaf out of the big freezer) for me to make a half-sandwich. Then my normal half-cup of frozen peas and carrots which I heat in the microwave and add a little fake butter for flavor (I think it is Promise this month). I already had a large glass of water, which I like to have either a half-hour or so before and, or, another about an hour or so afterwards. I'm hoping that will aid my digestion and not hinder.

After an hour and a half of nap, I did some other chores around the house: shredded some old papers that have our names with account numbers and such; folded some towels; ran the sweeper through the living room, hallway, and bedroom; put away some dishes from the drainer; ran the dishwasher; added more soap to the small dishwasher soap box from the bigger economy box (which was more work than I expected as I had to break up clods and lumps); and sat down to do this note.

I thought a day or so ago that perhaps I might just type ahead and ignore the errors, but that would sort of spoil the moment. After all, I'm having a good day.