Yesterday was an okay day. I ran my
little errands. I took my paper to my doctor and Paul’s paper to his old
doctor. His old doctor was still at lunch so Joanna and I went to the bank and
then Staples before returning to give them the paper. When I went in, I had to
wait. And wait. And wait. I’m kind of used to there being a receptionist there,
you know? Having to wait was a pain in whatever part of the anatomy you choose
to put here. Finally a nurse came out of a room and said, “I’ll be right with
you.” She took the paper and looked at it and asked if Paul was changing doctors.
I said yes. She wanted to know if there was a reason, I said because the new
one is closer to work. There are myriad other reasons but that was the kindest.
This doctor never gave Paul a complete physical (“Oh, we can do that later,” is
what Paul said he said) and when Paul was having problems with an infection
that turned out to be MRSA, all he did is look at it. Paul went to an allergy
specialist who donned gloves and poked and prodded and ordered tests to find
out what the problem was.
Our last stop was Walmart where
Joanna got six colors of paint and other assorted necessary things for painting
her and Amena’s room. Nick wants to come over and help sand the walls so that
Joanna will be ready to paint, she thinks on Friday. I got more bags of dirt
and manure and an Echinacea plant (it’s not the purple coneflower type) for
Daniel’s grave site. When Nick comes over, he may be bringing some bleeding
hearts which I thought at least some of might be nice on Daniel’s grave site,
and other than wanting to help with sanding, wants to help with the dirt (which
I am more than happy to let him do).
Once we got home, I went to Hubbardston to pay a tax bill and was given a phone number to call because there are “so many fines and charges” on the bill. Yeah, okay, whatever. I haven’t called yet.
Adam was here when we got back from
Walmart as well. Yesterday was Ryan’s 4th birthday and Adam had a
bunch of presents for him which Amena had volunteered to help wrap (she loves
doing that sort of thing). We ended up having Ryan’s birthday party here which
was fun. We took lots of pictures because Adam says he likes having pictures
but is bad about getting them. So am I, really, that’s Becky’s job (hint,
hint). Anyway, it was fun. For supper, Adam had gotten two pizzas but I didn’t
know that until after Paul called and asked if I wanted him to pick up some
pizzas at Aldi’s. I said yes, of course. Then he and Laura went to Market Basket
and she pointed out the lobster was a really good price so he called to see if
he should get some for us. Well, of course! So he did; three for him, two for
me. We now have four other confirmed lobster lovers: Laura, Cedric, Seth and
Joseph. Daniel liked it too, so Joanna is the odd man out on this one. Unless
Amena doesn’t either; she didn’t try any.
Yesterday Paul got a package which
turned out to be a stainless steel ice bucket he got for me to use as a milking
bucket. I used it this morning and it was nice to only have one receptacle rather
than two. It is nice to be able to put two of my favorite bowls back into
service as bowls rather than keeping them for milking service. It has a wider
bottom than the bowls and so will be less likely to be tipped over.
Paul is reading an article about a
woman in China who has found 30 babies in the garbage. She made her living by
sorting through the garbage and found her first baby in 1972. Amazingly, they aren’t
all girls. Her youngest, 7, is a boy she found when she was 82. It appears that
in the country, they kill the babies while in the city, they just abandon them.
Recently, a baby girl was found discarded in a dust bin in a plastic bag with a
slashed throat. Can you imagine?
Also in the mail yesterday I got a
t-shirt I had ordered. It says “And on the 8th day, God created
MIDWIVES.” I saw it on Facebook and had to get one (http://madebymomma.spreadshirt.com/on-the-8th-day-god-created-midwives-A9845352). It’s kind of like AJ and
her purple, you know. Or AD and her spiders.
It’s getting late and there are many
things to do today so I need to be getting busy. Before I go, however, I have
one request. Please pray for Alisha and Imani. I am still the bad guy; she hasn’t
spoken to me since she left, unless you count a very few very brief text
messages speaking. I don’t know that she is in trouble or anything but I have
heard rumors (and being only rumors, I will not pass them on) and they are not
good.
I hope you all have a wonderful day!
PS Grandma, your letter (first one)
arrived yesterday. I do love getting letters from you. I got ink yesterday so I
can print things with pictures out for you. Hopefully in the next day or two.