February 19, 2021

• Irritated

  Got word this morning my online order for groceries was cancelled. Lack of supplies due to the storm. OK I understand that but I will bet they aren't closing the door to the store until it is stocked. Well Wal Mart does sell more than groceries.  But how about "we will fill your order as soon as we can"?  Oh there is a link to reorder but I'm so ticked I'd like to take my business elsewhere. But where?

  We lost our electric one day from noon to 3:55 p.m. so when it did come back on you didn't know when to prepare a meal? Couple times we ate evening meal early. Electric has stayed on but they ask we still conserve. I lowered the thermostat to 73 today but just won't go to 68.

  To add to all of this was boil your water. I

  

  have a galley kitchen, little counter space. I have only one big pot to use to boil water. Then only 2 glass containers to put the water in.  I've put the little yellow sieve there to strain whatever that stuff is floating on top. Don't see it in the sieve though.

  That is drinking water, coffee pot water, cooking water. I'm wondering why I don't just hard boil some eggs in tap water.  Only have 4 eggs left. So do I scramble, fry or hard boil them?

  For our cereal we have a couple little containers of Ensure and Wil did eat it this morning. Now less you think next week I can order again, think again. Those that can go in will strip the shelves unless limits are set. Re living pandemic onset.

  Please understand I feel we are blessed and a lot of my attitude is coming from having to use pain medicine regularly. It makes me sleepy and I wouldn't doubt may be the source of some of my forgetfulness or confusion. Like I went to sweep the litter off the floor and got upset because I couldn't get the broom unattached. Problem was I had, I was holding the dustpan pole. sigh...

  Poor Wil is reaching the stage where he doesn't know where the coat closet is, right off the kitchen. I caught him going out without his coat to check mail, not realizing I have to hand him his coat.  He doesn't know where the phone is so I may have to wear my pendant in the house too. When I had my stroke it was in the garage, if I would fall and not be able tell him where the phone is... you get the picture.  There are days he doesn't know where the only bedroom is.

  He knows we have an animal in the house and garage, but can't seem to remember it is a cat. To him it is a black cat but Mr.Grey in some lights like a darker room, looks black. He still gets a kick out of the cat planting on his feet so I have to remind him he wants petted. As the cat still wants to go sleep in the day in the cold garage I have to be sure the door is cracked as I quit moving the litter in and out.  It's just inside the door but that is the dinning room and I don't know where else it could go here. I can just see the shocked expression on peoples faces. We only eat there on Sunday when daughter comes, or a holiday.

  This time is the first time he saw Wil with his soup there. See one day Wil finished his cereal and got the bright idea to set his bowl down in front of Mr.Grey to finish the little milk.  Mistake, I don't feed milk to cats and I don't feed animals from our bowls.  So now just try and walk with a bowl in your hand and step over a cat.  Granted Mr.Grey thinks anything in my hands is food. That's all he saw until caught.

  I love this little guy and while it is more work for me he brings some joy with it. Now he just needs to accept Carissa as part of our family. Heck I tell him she owns half of him.

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