Saturday, December 17, 2016
Went across and fed the animals at my sister's place before dusk, then served up some spinach and ricotta cannelloni and ate while I listened to a podcast of the radio serial THE ARCHERS. I haven't heard an episode for a year or more but it's surprising how easily you can pick up a soap opera.
Everything was fine on the drive home, even though it was raining lightly. But when I got out of the car, the velcro holding my wallet closed gave way and I ended up squatting down gathering up all the credit cards and similar that were spread across the driveway.
Fortunately nearly all these are now plastic rather than paper, and a bit of damp seemed to do them no harm. But I felt quite chilled by the time I got inside out of the rain...
Sunday, December 11, 2016
When I was in Vinnies thrift shop this week with Keith Curtis, I paused to look at an old book.
Our conversation went as follows:
"Look at this one.."
"Yes, I saw that."
"By Ilf and Petrov..."
"..the Russian humorists."
"They wrote ..."
"THE TWELVE CHAIRS, yes."
About this stage, I began to feel I was taking part in that famous exchange between Sherlock Holmes and Professor Moriarty:
“Everything I have to say has already crossed your mind."
"Then possibly my answer has crossed yours.”
Saturday, December 10, 2016
So once again I had no idea what I'd done with the plastic box I keep all my diabetes stuff in. I remembered I moved it when I went across to Julie's place -- but did I bring it back?
I looked in my house, I looked in the car. I didn't find it, but that was no guarantee it wasn't there.
So the next morning, after staying in bed late, I finally got over to Julie's place to give the 21-year-old cat her tablet. Couldn't see anything but I wandered around for a bit ... and there it was next to the kettle. I must have put it down when I stopped to make myself a coffee last time I was there.
I took a long overdue injection of Byetta, made myself a sandwich and took my diabetes and blood-pressure tablets. Felt a bit better after a while, sat and read for a bit. (THE INHERITORS by Jill Dobson)
Think I feel well enough to go home and start on some housework, throwing out the moldy bread and rotten fruit that has become such a part of my everyday life in recent times. Julie's house may not be perfect, but it is closer to meeting minimum standards for being habitable than mine is.
Tuesday, December 06, 2016
I ran out of diabetes testing strips last night and even though I haven't bought any more, I'm not worried.
An old friend died a few months ago, and recently his wife bundled up all his diabetes paraphernalia and gave it to me. He was a very practical person and I'm sure he would have preferred his stuff was passed on to me instead of being returned to the pharmacy for safe disposal.
And every time I do a blood test for the rest of the year, I'll think of him.