June 17, 2026
Good morning! It’s Wednesday—aka
hump-day to the work-a-day world. And it is also time for my essay.
First, and briefly, I did see
the surgeon who performed the carpal tunnel procedure on me last Thursday. He
changed my bandage, gave me new and looked me dead in the eye. “You have to baby
your hand!” And I have to see him again in three weeks time.
All right, then.
For the record, I’ve been
trying to baby my hand, but patience has never been my strong suit.
When I told him that I had
been wiggling my fingers, he said that was good. Now, I’d like you all to do a
favor for me. Hold your right hand up. Wiggle the fingers of that hand. Kind of
looks like typing/keying, doesn’t it? That’s what I thought!
Moving on.
I have been watching more
daytime television in the last few weeks, which I don’t mind provided I can find
something interesting to watch. I’ve stumbled on a home/design program that was
filmed in Canada and shown on HGTV. Only 8 episodes, so I am parsing them out.
Since I’m about to watch number 7, I decided to see if there was something else
similar on that network. So I searched and I found another, and it has 10
episodes. So, I should be good for a while.
But on Sunday, the sound bar I
had bought in 2019 decided to quit. I had bought it because our TV’s sound had
gone a bit muzzy. We had purchased this television when our granddaughter, Emma
was 7. She’s going to be 27 in September. When the sound bar died, I began
searching online and found they had gone up in price, slightly. Daughter and I
discussed the situation. And she asked me if I knew how much a brand-new TV
similar in size to the one we have (55 inches) would cost. I had no idea. Our
current, beloved one had set us back nearly three thousand dollars when we
bought it. It had been one of the very first “smart” TVs and even had been
three-D compatible! Now to its credit, this television is early 20 years old.
But its sound wasn’t the only issue. The picture has not as sharp as once it
was, lately, either.
Daughter took a moment to look
up on her phone and showed me a new television, comparable in size—for under four
hundred dollars. It made more sense to get a new television than a sound bar
for about half the price of the new, when the appliance it would be used on was
clearly nearing the end of its life.
Monday afternoon, she and
David went out and bought the new one. Once home, they easily carried it
inside, and it took her less than an hour to take out the old and set up the
new.
She’s off this weekend and is
going to “play around” with the color to get it the way we like it. A new
television hadn’t been on my bingo card for this year. I’m just happy to have
it, and to not had to have blown up the budget to do so. And, as with our last
new one all those years ago, I can say with some authority that I won’t use
many of the new and “smart” features on this one, either. I’m okay with that. I
can do what I can do and watch what I want to watch, and that’s more than good enough
for me.
The temperatures have dropped
from the near-scorching highs of a week or so ago. I’m a happy medium sort of
person. I like mild, warm weather, as long as I’m not gasping in the heat. And
I like cool, as well, but don’t want to be conflicted as to the fate of my freshly
brewed cup of coffee (i.e., do I drink it or do I simply hold it to warm my
hands?)
Today I’m thinking that cup would
make a good hand/finger warmer. But carefully, because, you know, still-healing
incision here.
Our gardens are doing well. We
have two of the large box gardens filled with green beans, and the other two
with various varieties of tomatoes. As well, daughter managed to get her hands
on a few very large pots. We have two holding zucchini, and two holding beets. David
used a large tub to plant some potatoes in, and the only other veggie we have,
also in separate pots, are Spanish onions.
I decided to ask Google what
sort of summer was in store for us, here in my neck of the woods. The answer
was warmer that normal, but with periodic episodes of cool, with an
unpredictable amount of rain thrown in. I wasn’t fooled. I can translate “damned
if I know” from several different sources.
Enjoy the great days and be
patient with the not so great. That’s
what I plan to do. Or at least, I’ll try to.
Love,
Morgan
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