Wednesday At Home

Wednesday, I was home most of the day and suffered from a mixed-up tummy and colon issues. While I was not depressed (the colors did not run out of the day), it was a less-than-stellar day.

I had trouble sleeping and luxuriated in my comfy bed until 9, which is unusual for me. It was a cold but clear morning. We are having a sunglass-needed California morning rather than a Pacific Northwest gray. My climbing roses are reaching the top of my fence already. I got out the Neem Oil to treat two bushes for rust, which is new this year. When applied, the roses need to be dry, and I soak the leaves, hoping to drown the fungus. I should have blooms everywhere next week!

I found the coffee pot still hot when I finally reached the kitchen. It was not a long quest for the kitchen, but a long wait to get out of bed, put on slippers, and walk to the kitchen. There, I later acquired more coffee, a banana ($2.49 @ Costco for a larger bunch greener than I like), and more muffins starting to age. I brought these back to the office, continued to doom scroll (reading the news), update transactions on Quicken, and started on the blog.

Aside: At Costco, I watched some people reach deep into a box of bananas. Not something I would do. I still remember the horror movie about Banana Spiders. I know the box was repacked, and the yellow is from gassing the banana with sulfur (we eat unripe bananas in the USA, dyed to look ready), likely ending any hiding spiders. Still, I am not reaching into the box!

I wrote the blog until 11ish and published. I had my leftover half of a tuna fish sandwich from Subway for lunch. Then, I took a long shower and dressed.

I took my laptop with me to Wildwood using Air VW the Gray to get there. JR was there and we chatted a few times. I found a beer and sat outside in the sun to read Pastor Ken’s newest update on his book. I read the following two chapters and sent him some thoughts. Previously, Ken asked me not to be an editor but to look for flow and clarity.

I moved inside when some folks chatted loudly, and I could not focus. I tried a small glass of an IPA that, to me, tasted like a cleaning supply. I am not an IPA person, but I try them once and a while. The beer made me tired, and my tummy was upset again; I headed home.

I rested and read. I nodded off a few times (these little naps are not great for a good night’s sleep), but read more Canadian crime/mystery, set in Paris. Gaming was out tonight as Z was at play practice. Z is the title character and has lots to learn and do for the musical Willy Wonka’s Chocolate Factory.

I made a NYC bagel (thanks, Joyce, for the new ones from Zabar’s) with cream cheese for dinner. I had to unwrap the block, cut it, and spread it old-school style. It brought back memories. I used to get a bagel sandwich in Washington DC when I worked there in the 1980s, and it had a block of cream cheese between the bread; I had to ask for less and have them spread some on.

I read more and said good night to Deborah as she ended her day. The book made me cry, and I reacted more than I expected. I walked around the backyard and was calm. I recommend these books, even with the tears, the Chief Inspector Gamache novels. I am on the 17th one.

I started on the revised book (1930s) on Jutland 1916 (the greatest battleship battle). I have an original copy from 1923. I am surprised that this book is the source of most of the stories I have read. The revised version has added pages with letters and the original page. There are also texts referring to German sources that the 1920s version did not include (it had not been published yet). The revised version I have does not include the maps.

I forgot to assemble coffee, but I did the dishes and tried to sleep. I was waking up often and tossing and turning. I think I need more exercise and fewer naps!

Thanks for reading!