Monday

 Once again...up early and for now that means sometime near 7.  I can't believe I call that early when once early was 5 or less.  But it's beginning to feel early near 7.  Times are a changing it would seem.  So, birds, breakfast, blood pressure, sugar numbers, where are my glasses and hearing aids.  That's only part of the morning routine.  There is a lot on the docket.  

I started another bow time neck scarf, this time on big needles and big yarn.  I'm not sure that I like it but I'll give it a try.  

                                               It looks a little chunky.  But it is soft. 

Then it was sewing time with more burps.  Many pieces of fabric are ripped and marked so it's time to sew.  The machine is saying...here am I. Use me.

Today was the day to get the Kisqali papers to the doctor and on to Plainfield for a year of financial aid renewal.  So, after a phone call we were off to the Simon C Center to hand off papers to Julie, Dr. Schneider's nurse, for completion.  Another one of my angels who is never in a hurry, always making time for me. She is super good at answers.  The papers will be sent on to Novartis who makes financial determinations.  One month of cancer medication totals more than my yearly retirement fee. Novartis is pretty important.  I spent the afternoon working out the last of the jitters and packing them away, that goes with filling forms, meeting deadlines delivering papers and now feeling that I have given my best effort. 

So, it was back to the sewing machine and Ironing board working to make mothers and babies connected to Goodwill's baby survival program a little better.  Sewing is a wonderful mental health practice that keeps me grounded. 

Another thing that keeps me grounded is a walk in the garden.  It wasn't a very long walk but I found just a tad of bare ground.  Not much but there was some.  Tomorrow there will be more.  

This little iris has a long way to go to make a beautiful white flower.  I hope it gets there this summer.  It joined the garden last fall, a gift from the neighbor. 

I shoveled what I thought would be snow off the patio.  There was a lot of ice in the snow. It was old snow.  But I did flatten the hill.  Mother Nature should take care of more. 

This week will be a busy one with four days needing to find myself away from home.  Tomorrow, there is time with Dr. Jolli making health decisions outside of cancer. Wednesday is another morning at church with Heidi futzing about stuff and Thursday is Doug's stress test.  On the road again is playing in my brain.  I'm super happy there is a road and people nearby who know more than I do about issues that face both of us. 

Supper took care of some already made and frozen chili.  I added corn bread from scratch but thought it was a little dull.  So.  pricked with a fork, I poured butter and honey into the bread while it cooled.  I don't think it helped a whole lot but there was nibbling from time to time.  I think I bought cornmeal for making grits, not cornbread at the Amish store.  Maybe running the grits through the blender might help. Or...it could be my taste buds are off again.  That could be a sure thing.