Life continues to be rich and full in the Miser Family Household. This week we're rich with deep pockets. Pockets and pockets full of richness, that's us!
Here's what we say about our pockets (in age order, not photo order, so you can have fun playing matching games if you want).
- My guy: "Bike shirt pocket. Phone in left pocket in addition to the headphones" (Also pictured: bike tire repair kit, wallet, mask).
- His sister carries a very different set of objects: "My keys, my lipstick and a hand sanitizer. . . . I use a lot less lipstick thanks to my mask."
- Me: "sunglasses (found a decade ago in a highway rest stop parking lot), newspaper for dog poop (because Prewash is trained to poop on top of the paper on command, for easy clean-up), chapstick, and a spare mask."
- L1: "Dog treats, that’s what’s in my pocket. To take for maximum compliance when visiting the vet."
- The dogs entered a photo in protest, saying "we have never had and won't ever get, pockets. We find this borders on dogscrimination and we plan to meet with our wuffattorney and file a pawsuit on the matter. " I say, "Take it up with the kangaroo court, guys!"
- I-daughter: "Things I keep in every coat/jacket: a pair of mittens or gloves, lip balm, and a mask. Things I keep in my favorite coat (which has an internal pocket): pad/tampon, lotion, ibuprofen, a napkin, cash, and a nail file"
- L2: out of pocket, this week.
- K-daughter: "My checklist goes as follows:
Phone
Keys
Wallet
Babies
.... Mask.
And lately I've had lip balm because my lips (And A-child!) Get chapped lips.
In my [job] badge pocket there's 3 quarters and crumbs from a "snack" A-child packed me one day. (The snack was a quarter of B-child's freeze dried banana biscuit...)"
[Before I realized the first part was a checklist, I scratched my head a lot, wondering how she keeps babies in her pocket!!] - and . . . "David has his wallet and key (one key, not on keychain) but look he also has this! [photo of us]
" Awww . . . - Y: "In my pockets this month... Medical Spanish cheat sheet, highlighter/pen to contrast our B&W clinic schedules, stickie notes to write down stuff I need to look up later, hair tie for patient encounters."
- N-son: "What I keep in my pockets are tools, not shown in picture, and in my pants pocket I keep my headphones and and mask"
I have a deep and abiding appreciation for pockets, actually, maybe because so many of my clothes growing up didn't have them. My daughter loves that I tell people, "Freud only had it kind of right. He didn't realize that when women were staring at men's pants, what they were thinking was, 'I wish *I* had pockets!' ".
Vaccination is happening only in pockets of the country right now, and in my particular county, it's really really slow coming. But at least, there are more indications that the vaccines are coming. Our newspaper is full of stories about how an old department store is being converted into a vaccination center, that will open up maybe next week. My guy and N-son (over 65 and with a qualifying health condition, respectively) have registered and are now in the system, which is kind of like being "pre-engaged". That is, they don't yet have appointments, but they are on the list to get appointments. So that's good.
N-son is, as I write this, on his way back to town after living super-healthily with L1 these past few weeks. She's been doing such a good job of giving him great (nutritious) food and good exercise that his blood sugars have come down a bunch, and in fact, he's had his first two incidents of low glucose warnings. The first time, he'd given himself insulin but the delivery place was slow getting food to the house; the second time, he was out working hard on a job. The awesome news about that is that, both times, his glucose monitor let everyone know the heck what was happening, and he ate some quick food, and then some slow food, and then he was fine. So he's getting good at taking care of himself. (The bad news is that the glucose monitor has since gone on the fritz again, but he can do finger sticks for a few days until we get it fixed once more).
One of N-son's guardian angels from afar in his new diabetes adventures is someone who has long been a guardian angel to me and my sisters, Angela [not her real name]. Angela was one of my mom's grad students in physics, who then became one of my mom's best friend, and who has been a big part of the life of me and my sisters. Here's a photo below of her and my mom, a while back.
A little over a year ago I was either in hospitals or rehabilitation nursing facilities sitting in a wheelchair trying very hard to walk with a walker. I have made a lot of progress over the year.
I am in a fairly strict COVID bubble. I try to keep up with friends on the phone or Facebook, reading a lot, and looking at cat rescue websites. I plan to adopt a pair of bonded cats when I'm walking with a cane.
Reading mysteries, especially cozy mysteries (no blood or guts), watching British mysteries on PBS, and jewelry making. Jewelry making has been on hold for a bit but hand movements have calmed.
Since I can't drive, I have discovered Grub Hub and Door Dash and have been helping local restaurants during the pandemic.
DRIVE!!! I have always been fairly independent and not being able to drive is driving me crazy. I've been driving for 58 years and not being able to go when and where I want to, is very frustrating.
My Kurig coffee maker and different coffees and my seascape art work.
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It's good to hear this encouraging update! Earlier, she'd told me this funny/happy story:
Last week when my physical therapist came I asked him what were our goals. He said he wanted to eventually get me to walk with a cane at which point I stood up and without walker or cane walked across the living room and back. He then said maybe I was further along than he thought. He isn't going to sign off on only a cane until I walk outside on uneven surfaces. Unfortunately Mother Nature has not been cooperating giving us snow and ice and I don't want to practice on that.
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