MrsDoF's Dear Ones

On Sunday evening, we made a trip to WallyWorld to fetch um, matzos.  Husband likes those crackers with hazelnut spread on ‘em, and that store has the least price on the brand he wants.

So while we’re in the middle of all this merchandise, I suggest we might get something for Monday’s supper.  I took the day off to be able to carry Mahalia kittycat to the doctor (she’s doing fine, I’m a good nurse, we don’t go back until the end of May) so I knew I would have time to cook something.

Before I was even done with the sentence, my spouse looked all hopeful and softly said “Chicken Noodle?” as I knew he would.
I haven’t made it for 3 weeks, he must be having withdrawal symptoms by now.

So we went over to the poultry fridge and I found the Whole Chicken Cut-up package and put it into the cart.  He looks at the price and says a deli chicken already cooked would be less expensive, so I trot over to the end where I can see the little cart has its heat lamp burning.  However, there are no whole chickens on a busy Sunday evening, only crispy fried parts, which do not make good casserole innards.

Back to the fridge and put the Whole Chicken Cut-up package into the cart again.

This morning, I stripped the bed because I took the day off to be able to carry Mahalia kittycat to the doctor, and I knew I would have time to do the laundry.

When I went to the basement to sort and load, I found youngest son’s laundry hamper waiting.  He must have brought it by yesterday afternoon while I was at the Baby Adoption Party.

So I end up with 6 XL loads to put through the machines.  The dryer just buzzed for #4, but it’s only 2:30 in the afternoon, plenty of time to get the rest done.

The chicken got baked, picked off the bones, and chopped ready for the casserole. It waits under wrap in the fridge. Noodles, can of cream o chicken soup, and bread crumbs waiting on the counter beside the ceramic dish.  Pan full of water waiting on the stove, ready to be heated to boil the noodles.
All this because I actually asked the mister what he might want for supper on Monday.

Next laundry load just went into the dryer, last load altogether went into the washer.  No way could I have done 6 loads of laundry in one day if I had worked TA Sub hours, but I took the day off to be able to carry Mahalia kittycat to the doctor.

Putting the cat into the carrier, driving to the animal hospital, waiting room, check-up, discussion for treatment, paying bill, home again, was a total of 43 minutes time.

All the other chores got done because I took the day off to be able to carry Mahalia kittycat to the doctor.

And what a nice day it has been 🙂

~~love and Huggs, Diane

Since I had not eaten a thing since ramen noodles last evening, I really had a hankering for a McDs Sausage and Egg Biscuit.
I got up when Mahalia decided it was time for me to get up, even tho her appt. is not until 1pm.

We got through the morning routine of my medicine, and her medicines, fill the critter bowls, then I gave Husband a smooch to send him on his way on his bicycle to his job.

I went out and cleared my car of the freezing rain that was covering it, then drove past the ISU dorms and crowds of students making their way to classes.

At McDs, the drive-thru lane had a long line of cars, so I decided to go inside and have my breakfast.

Not being with Husband, I felt off-kilter.  I ordered my usual meal, but forgot a newspaper.  McDs has the local paper for a quarter on the same bill.  I sat in a different seat than he and I do together, again because being there alone is unusual. There was a paper left on the next table, so I claimed it to at least read the front page.

Then I realized I had forgotten the cholula sauce.  A McDs sausage and egg biscuit is not quite ready until the hot sauce soaks in to join the grease on the bready part.

So I finished the hash browns, re-wrapped the sandwich, made sure the lid tight on my coffee, and came back home.

I found Mahalia in an odd position almost unconscious on the rug between the kitchen and living room.  I had to rub a bit of corn syrup on her tongue, lift her and rock her and keep talking to her until she rallied enough to eat a couple more spoonfuls of wet cat food.  I made her walk around a little to get her system to send insulin to all parts of her little body.

Good thing she goes in for a re-check in a little while.  I’m going to ask again about how much food at a time, how often to keep her levels in balance, and how much Total food she should have in a day.
And I will write down the answers because my hearing does not always connect correctly inside my brain.  Written notes can be referred to as often as I need to.

I had to re-heat my sausage and egg in the microwave, put it onto a cold biscuit, and drink lukewarm coffee.
Mahalia sat on a magazine about 10” from my plate until I gave in and let her nibble a marble size bit of egg.

So much for having a solitary and anticipated meal.

~~love and Huggs, Diane

Yesterday’s news brought on a whole new mindset for me.

I have to re-organize a cupboard shelf in the kitchen to accommodate girl cat’s medical supplies, syringes, thyroid pill bottle; insulin in the fridge.

I’m supposed to take my own thyroid pill on an empty stomach, then wait 30 minutes to eat breakfast.

Husband asked me to stay home this first day, to keep an eye on our sick kitty.  I’m quite willing to do this, since it gives me more opportunity to work on crafts for the Relief Sale.

I have to figure out a different routine to get everything done in the morning,
yet still be able to make it out the door to be at the high school by 7^am on the days when I do agree to work at the high school.

For Today, I told SubFinder to Do Not Disturb. It helped that the computer schedule read No Jobs Available.  Maybe the credit bills from Christmas are coming due? so folks are working hard.

But I do have a pre-arranged TA Sub job for Friday.

We’ll see if an old broad can get it together 🙂

~~love and Huggs, Diane

My head is processing the news that our girl kitty, Mahalia, has diabetes.  She’s been taking thyroid medicine for a few months, but still getting more frail and losing weight, so I asked for an appointment today.

The Vet doctor seems optimistic that she can live a fine life with our help.  He showed me how to give insulin shots, and how much food for each serving.
We go back next week to see if she is improving.

She is almost 15 years old, with a birthday in the summer.
Her brother is doing fine, actually is a bully to her too much.

We love our girl, and plan to take care of her as best we can.

~~love and Huggs, Diane

My Valentine gift this morning was that my husband warmed up my car before I had to go pick up a friend in time for church.

On the back window, cleared within the frosty glaze, was the shape of a HEART with an Arrow going through it.  Quite a nice little decoration until I turned on the rear defrost.  By the time I got to my friend’s house, the heart was all blurry and melted.

But the sentiment is very very sweet

From WimanFamily

the church congregation was all colorful in pinks and reds

a couple e-greetings have come my way
Folks who are so thoughtful on the Internet.

~~love and Huggs, Diane

A couple years ago, I was walking across the campus Quad on my way to a Recital where my youngest son would be performing.  I was excited to have a reason to be somewhere other than the house, and LIVE music for FREE!

Just a few paces from the building, a college girl crossed my path.  Someone called her name and asked if she wanted to go somewhere else.  She did not slow down at all, and I heard her call out “Actually, I have just enough time to get back to my room to see HEROES.”  I remember thinking that real people performing inside might be a better experience than a television show.

I did not think of this again at all in the intervening time, until Monday when a package arrived.  Inside was a dvd of the first season of the tv show HEROES.  Husband had ordered it to watch while he walks the treadmill.  It comes highly recommended by our two younger sons, who apparently talked about it while they were home at Christmastime.

Over breakfast this morning, I heard a bit of plot for HEROES.  I’ll have to put it on my watch list.

Today, another box was dropped on the porch by the mail carrier.  Inside is a graphic novel, with a very colorful cover.  I believe it is based on the show.

Some folks got all hepped up about Super Bowl.
They were playing football, right?

~~love and Huggs, Diane