Don't you hate it when I read your minds like that?
Anyway, I thought I'd tell you about my day of good deeds on Sunday...because YOU want to know.
Disclaimer: Since I did not write down each and every thing I did all day, I may have left some things out. Perhaps in your comments, you could list the activities you think I may have omitted.
Leap out of bed,
Transfer a load of clothes from the washer to the dryer (they'd languished in the washer for approximately eight hours). Take load of moderately wrinkled, yet clean, laundry from the dryer (also languishing), and
Walk to the kitchen, eyes on the floor ahead of me, looking for cat puke landmines. None found. Locate
Sit down at my new/Craigslist desk. Check my e-mail. Bask in reflected glory of comments received from Saturday Centus and Sunday posts. Thanks, commenters!
Grab purse, keys, bottle of Coke Zero, and head out the door. Snag Sunday paper from driveway. I have Grandpa Gus duty (my FIL, who had a mini-stroke on March 1), and must be there promptly at seven. Bid a fond farewell to my loving husband
The moon is lovely and gigantic. Welcome, Spring!
Arrive at Ruth's. Ruth is almost ready to leave for work. Two grandchildren sleeping, one at sleepover. Grandpa Gus also sleeping. Find out I have the pleasure of the company of Bitsy and Tucker, two dogs that are visiting.
Ruth leaves. I am left to my own devices. I find the crossword puzzle in the Sunday paper, and sit down to complete it, in pen.
Remote control practically begging to be used. Surf through
Locate leftovers. Was informed that the microwave was fixed Saturday - imagine my disappointment when my food does not get warm. Drag pot from cabinet and heat leftover pasta con broccoli on stove. Eat while watching Weird Al.
Some undetermined time later, I
Grandpa Gus emerges from his bedroom. He greets me with a kiss, and calls me by my name (maybe he has given up on calling me Beverly). He requests oatmeal and medication for breakfast.
Grandpa Gus gets oatmeal (cooked on the stove), a banana, a glass of milk, a cup of water, and his medication delivered to his room. I watch him take his meds and
Eli wakes up (he was sleeping on the couch). I take his breakfast request - and deliver a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, and a glass of milk.
Desiree wakes and comes out of her room. With her are Tucker and Bitsy, two
Eli asks me to open string cheese. He says that the package of cylindrical cheesiness looks like bullets. I suggest that they look like chalk.
I ask Eli if he wants to watch a movie, and he selects 'Grownups', a lovely family film
Desiree starts cleaning the kitchen. She asks if she can go to a neighbor's house when she is done.
Grandpa Gus returns to the living room. He is ready for lunch. We discuss possibilities. He would like two pieces of French toast with syrup. He goes back to his room, and works on building his balsa wood airplane.
French toast, two slices, with syrup (cut up nice and small for him) is delivered to his room. I am thanked, and summarily dismissed.
Eli wants me to watch Scooby Doo Two with him. First, I must remove brown food particles from DVD.
Grandpa Gus comes into the living room. He walks to the door leading to the garage, and I follow him, worried about him falling in the cluttered garage. He attempts to carry a long box filled with model airplane paraphenalia - I offer to carry the box for him, so he doesn't have to navigate the two steps and the walk to his bedroom with his items.
I put the box on his bed, as directed. He asks me to close the door when I leave.
I return to the living room and watch multi-task - sort of watching Scooby Doo as well as doing additional puzzles in the newspaper. I take off my glasses, and due to my double vision, I have one eye closed while doing the puzzle. Eli tells me I'm sleeping.
Grandpa Gus once again comes to the living room. Wanting to feel independent
Grandpa Gus returns from the garage, carrying a large stack of balsa wood and other types of wood. I tell him he's naughty, that he lied to me. He laughs and insists that he is just fine. He returns to his room with his bounty.
Nate returns from his sleepover, and shows me a bruise on his calf that he got from playing Paintball. I give him his t-shirt. He
Ruth returns from work. I tell her that Desiree is at the neighbor's (wherever that is), and that we had a good day. I tell her that Grandpa Gus
Scott returns from work, and tries, again, to repair the microwave.
Grandpa Gus comes into the kitchen and wants to know about dinner. Ruth informs him that I ratted him out. He
He also says, "Don't you know that Ruth is the enemy?" (said with a big smile).
And here, all this time, I thought it was Osama bin Laden. Should I contact Homeland Security and let them know?
I gather up my belongings (as well as the leftovers Ruth wants The Mister to eat) and go home,
How was YOUR day?