Another full day

Started the day continuing with my project to clear the closets in Margaret's room and all the peripheral tasks that suggest themselves when I get up a full head of steam.   I have often thought that life consists of a great deal of moving of things from one place to another.  Take the clean laundry up the stairs, take the giveaway clothes to the church, take the trash to the dump, take the church books upstairs to check on Amazon, carry the groceries into the house, ad infinitum.  Today felt like that-- the slightly comic interlude being Wayne-- yesterday he asked for a ride to the doctor at 11.  This morning he appeared about 8 and said he didn't need to go, the doc didn't want to see him.  At 11:22 I got in the car to mail books at the post office and go to the grocery store.  He stopped me on the road and asked "was I going up now".  Obviously I was but it became clear that he preferred I go later and take him "around one o'clock".  I agreed, turned around, went home and put my kashi  and fake chicken in the oven to reheat.  Five or less than five minutes later Wayne reappeared and said he could go then.  I said that I had just put my lunch in the oven and I would get him later.  This I did!  He is never "going to hold me up"-- just go to "Key Bank", the dollar store, perhaps the other dollar store, the Hannaford, and Jack's.

After my trip to Belfast I worked for some hours in the yard.  Black flies assailed me but I didn't even know it until I was speaking to my neighbor and she noted with some horror that I had blood dripping in several places on my face.  I guess between the work and Bring up the Bodies that I was listening to, I didn't feel the bites.  Mosquito bites sting but the black flies can chomp away with impunity.  Joan came down after five and we walked on the shore with the dogs.  They have decided not to take her teeth out but will do some periodontal work in the hope that they can reduce the pockets.  She told me that even a tiny bit of bacteria could kill her when she has the stem cell transfer and they may decide that her teeth cannot be brought to a sufficiently healthy level.  This would mean no stem cell transfer.  Since I am secretly dubious about the whole thing I was interested to hear her acknowledge that the sct might not be possible.  In the meantime we are off to Hanover on Monday.

My supper was a brown rice pilaf from Mark Bittman.  With the distraction of Joan's visit I put in three cups of water, not the 1.5 directed in the recipe but it worked out reasonably well.  He seasoned it with smoked paprika, salt and pepper so it was a rather strange red color.  Chickpeas, almonds and chopped apricots were added at the end.  I will probably make it again, following the directions properly next time.  My salad, pictured above, was lettuce mix, red cabbage, cauliflower, arugula and toasted pumpkin seeds.  After dinner we watched a Swedish movie called "Swimsuit Issue"-- it was about a bunch of middle aged men who accidentally fell into the sport of synchronized swimming and went on to compete in the World Cup.  Fictional, of course, and entertaining.  Reminiscent of  The Full Monty.