August 25, 2021
This past week has been
another hot one. I continue to stay inside most of the time, and I make no
apologies for that. As it is, the humidity still gets to me—or maybe, as my
daughter suggests, it’s the barometric pressure. Whatever it is that does it, my
arthritis continues to ache relentlessly. That’s just situation normal for me.
Those who know me are used to my saying, “it’s only pain”, and that isn’t me making
light of it. That’s me being grateful that it is, after all, only pain.
I did indulge myself and had
one of the two lobsters that my second daughter brought back for me from Nova
Scotia. I made a salad with lettuce, lobster, tomatoes, and avocado, and with
feta cheese crumbled on top. I posted a picture of it on my FB wall and noted
that there was no dressing in the recipe for the salad, nor any mention of one.
I truly didn’t miss one because that bowl contained some interesting flavors,
all of which I enjoyed.
Of course, having bought the
feta specifically for that salad, I had to then have large “Greek” salad a couple
of days later. That, too, was very good.
One of my great-grandchildren
had expressed an interest in trying the lobster and the avocado, and it was
just good timing that the day I prepared that salad was a day he’d be here for
a bit. He liked the lobster, but not the avocado. I told him I was proud of him
for being willing to try something new. He’s going to be seven next month, so
that was something I believed deserved to be praised.
My daughter claims lobster has
no flavor, but I find it very tasty. The meat that didn’t make it into the
salad and that wasn’t set aside for brave great-grandchildren, did make it into
a pan of melted butter with garlic, and that was yummy, too. I plan to wait a couple
of weeks and then try my hand at making a lobster bisque. That is a soup I will
almost always order if I see it on a menu, but one that I’ve never tried to
make.
Like my oldest great-grandson,
I, too, like to try new things—at least the making of them, and I figure at my
age that has to count for something, too.
I checked the weather forecast
for the upcoming week last night, because I was hoping to see cooler and dryer
days approaching. Instead, that chart claims that today is the first of five
wet days that we’ll be gifted out of the next seven. Now, the last day of August,
at the moment, is looking to be the first day that will “feel like” less than
90 degrees, Fahrenheit in quite some time. Looking ahead is all well and good,
but I guess I really shouldn’t do that. The weather forecasts often change,
based on updated information. It would be the height of either stupidity or
arrogance not to change the forecast as the information it’s based on changes. (However, a quick check this morning showed
no change.)
That’s kind of like the
science involved in understanding the novel coronavirus we’ve been living with
for the last eighteen months. I don’t think it’s rocket science to understand
that when more is learned about the nature of a brand new never before seen virus,
then how we deal with said virus could very well need to change. The more the
scientists learn, the more they know, and we all adapt accordingly. Like I
said, not rocket science at all, but that’s just my opinion.
A lot of people have been
making this situation a lot more complicated than it needs to be.
Our “freedom” day was July 6 –
the day when we reached the two week point after our second vaccination. And
while I thought that I might have no problem going out to a restaurant, that
still hasn’t happened. I’ve gone to the grocery story, and to the community lab
for my blood work, all things that I have done throughout.
But I did one other thing I
haven’t done for a very long time, and likely wouldn’t have, except my husband
gave me a present for my birthday. He gave me a gift certificate for a pedicure
at my happy place, the spa here in town. I knew that the young woman who would
give me the pedi had been vaccinated, and we did keep our masks on the entire
time. But first, we had a nice, very satisfying hug. Before the pandemic, I was
a regular, you see, and I have used the same esthetician for several years. We
were both very close to tears. It touched my heart, to have been missed.
This was my first “normal” outing,
and I wasn’t at all nervous. There were a few differences, besides keeping the
masks on. But those small differences didn’t diminish my pleasure with the
experience. A part of the procedure I usually get includes having my feet
soaking in very warm paraffin wax for about fifteen minutes. There are those
who claim the practice has many good benefits, and those who say that’s all
just nonsense.
I say, the very warm wax feels
wonderful on my poor arthritic ankles, and that, my friends, is good
enough for me.
Love,
Morgan
http://www.bookstrand.com/morgan-ashbury
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