I got up early. I made a cup of coffee and checked on my
wife. She is sleeping and the orange cat is laying with her. I sit and watch early morning TV. An hour
later I saw her awake, I asked if she would like something for breakfast. She says,”
Scrambled eggs and toast.” I get my cane my third leg if my leg buckles. Mostly
it is not necessary but sometimes my legs do not want to stay upright, and I
use the cane to adjust in the mornings. I make her scrambled eggs and toast. I
have some of the pizza she made Sunday. I read my book and watch TV. I take my cane
and go get something to drink and I take medicine. An hour later I checked on
my trash cans. My wife gets up and feeds the cats and I help her. I make a cup
of coffee and watch TV. My computer is working fine. I will write about the day’s
thoughts. About noon I check on my trash cans. The trash man has come by. I put
on my shoes, hat, and coat and go outside go down the ramp and up the driveway
go up the street and get my trash cans. I stop and check for mail. I get the
mail and I put the mail inside of my coat. I hang my cane on the trash can and
bring both cans down the driveway and place the cans close to our garage. I lined
up the cans on the grass where I had my rock pile at one time. I remove the
cane and carefully go up the ramp to our front door. I go inside and remove my hat,
shoes, and hang up my coat. I take my cane and check on my wife she is sitting
up by the bed. I go to the bathroom, wash my hands, and brush my hair.
Sometimes at this point and time I wash my clothes. I go into the kitchen and
make a cup of coffee. Wash my breakfast dishes, go into living room, and play
some games on my computer and surf the net and write some more. I sit and rest
and take a nap.
I awake and have some more pizza. Read my libby book and
drink my coffee. My wife gets up and washes her clothes, cleans a filter on an
air conditioner.
I take another nap. My wife says that I should do
something instead of sitting in my chair all day and she gets mad at me for
just sitting in my chair.
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