My home health person is
Honey. I have written about Honey before. This is not a blog about
Honey this is a blog about Honey's influence on me. Friday's when she
attends to me she always asked me what I'm going to do over the
weekend than Mondays she thousand up asking what I did over the
weekend. However annoying this might be it motivates me to do
something and think of doing something so I have an adequate answer
to these questions and do not feel like such a loser. Today I was not
going to do anything except stay in and work on my journal project
which is basically scanning pages from my journals over the years.
This is a tedious and arduous project but one has to be done.
Yesterday I actually went to the library and got a noddy about to
help me get through this task this weekend but the book leaves a
great deal to be desired. I listen to it last night and it just does
not grab me the way a book needs to. However I do not feel well
enough to trust my bowels to go all the way into the library sermon
listen to it some more today while I scan.
This morning was so
beautiful that I couldn't stay in. Even though I had adequate coffee,
the coffee is not great coffee. So I went next door to a little
coffee shop got half a pound of Italian roast to mix with the
adequate coffee. Now I have something to tell Honey. It's all about
ready to to start scanning when I remembered I was out of body soap –
that's I think that's what they call it now – – so I threw my
pack over my shoulder and headed for the market. I even went to the
drugstore and priced body washes against the price at the Fresh
Market that I go to. Fresh Market won. I got a number of items for
the bathroom to either put on the “back up shelf” or the body
wash which which I got a pretty good deal by getting one of those
bundled two-for-one options. I really don't care what kind of body
wash I'm using as long as I have it and Honey doesn't bother me about
not having any.
So this task done I should
go home and have lunch. I have a number of items I could have had for
lunch but I couldn't bring myself to go back to the apartment. I
decided instead for no good reason to treat myself to fast food and
not only any fast food but super greasy fast food. There is a KFC in
the parking lot of the market and I have never really been inside
which I think is kind of astounding. Then I am shocked, I realized I
am just about, exactly one month away from the 51st
anniversary of my spinal cord injury when I was working for a KFC.
Inside the KFC, I found the place almost empty. I was dismayed the
choices one has any more somewhat limited. I really wanted original
style chicken wings but the only candidate chicken wings one can get
at a KFC anymore are some kind of barbecue wings which I hardly think
is fair.the closest thing I could get was a five dollar meal which
included drumstick and a thigh. So I got the chicken parts described,
mashed and gravy, one biscuit and a cookie and the drink. I kept
seeing myself as a poster child for senior citizens. Old man eating
by himself at a KFC. How pathetic. The image posted with this post is
a picture of my table somehow reminds me of a scene out of 2001 a
Space Odyssey.
The meal was surprisingly
good at least I was surprised but best of all have something to tell
Honey come Monday.
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