Monday

 This morning started around 4:30. I should have known it would be a wild and crazy day, but I wasn't that smart to know the signs.  I finally got up.  Mornings have not been easy lately.  NOTHING, absolutely NOTHING wants to be called breakfast.  I've tried different things, but nothing is working.  Food in the morning is not a winner in my book. I'm trying to maintain weight so eating is sort of necessary.

I was piddling around in the kitchen, and I decided to clean off and reorganize the floating shelves Jared built for me a few years ago.  They had replaced much to my delight some cabinets full of dishes that had fallen off the wall.  The shelves hold some important things to me that I see every day.  But, as usual they need dusting, and I like to add and subtract things.  So, I accomplished that.  

            I'll add fresh flowers until they aren't any more.  An abundance of flowers happened this year.                                    White envelops holding lots of seeds are awaiting distribution.   

Then I moved on to other things and in an hour or so I was feeling better and just buzzing along with making more improvements.  When the cabinet fell, I needed to find other useable space in the kitchen and moving things made that happen.  More time was given to organize canned goods. Cans with food way to old to eat were dumped.  Jared and Kimmy will be so proud of me.  They have tried to teach me to do that more than once or twice or more.  That made me feel even better.  

Then it was time to make a run for my always three months visit to Dr. Baker, my diabetic doctor.  Doug always takes a Scientific America to read, and he forgot it.  The visit was a much longer one much to my surprise.  Medication changes were made trying new things which might fit better with cancer treatment. So, Doug had a long wait.  Then there were labs with blood draws. I was reminded that blood was needed for a genetic study done in California.  

Then we were off to Patty H with the big cattail harvest of last night.  Because the Doc visit was long, we missed her, but Tom helped us out.  He is just the nicest jokester.  I love talking with him. There were two more things to do but I told Doug it was time to go home.  Enough happened for the day. I was ready for a rest.

After arriving home, I discovered that the genetic study package had arrived.  I wanted to get that moving to California so back to I U North for another blood draw.  I really wanted to get this on its way having a feeling that the package had been at the front door for days.  And as luck would have it...that took more time than I thought it would.  BUT it's on its way to the west coast.  Done. 

Doug ate his lunch at 4:30. I decided that I needed to deprogram and reprogram by walking around the block with Stella.  I pulled together a few things to eat adding a protein drink for Supper.  I discovered I should have at least 50 grams of protein a day.  The drink has 30.  I need to get creative. 

Once again, the Michigan kids sent creative carving pictures.  The pumpkins are from the garden.  There were a lot of big ones this year.  

        I declare Hope the winner this year.  Her pumpkin could be the loudest with its mouth open wide.                     Do I see a tongue hanging out. That's one sassy pumpkin that may need a time out.

I texted the Michigan kid who got his ACL staples removed today.  No more funny stuff Adam. 

                                I reminded him that staples were for paper.  He has rehabbing to do.

I pulled together something for my supper.  Doug informed me he would get his supper during the football game tonight. Probably ice cream would be my guess.  

I declared that tomorrow I'm staying home all day.  Well, that was wrong.  It's that All Saints workday.  We'll make it a short morning and not a day.  That's the truth, as Edith Ann would say. 

So, another busy day with a great thanksgiving that I could keep up with most of it.  One could say all of it. Tomorrow, I just might add a little more going through stuff making things a little better.  That certainly sooths and quiets the part of me that is bothered.  Sometimes I just figuratively put things on the shelf. That works also.