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Tuesday, March 7th, 2023 05:44 pmI woke up Sunday convinced it was Monday and wondered why M next door was running around and not in school. Then wondered why Environment Canada was showing yesterday's weather (ie Sunday) and not today's. Finally got that sorted but my time sense has been off ever since.
I went out Sunday and found the street corners generally passable, so had a breakfast sandwich and latte at the closer coffee shop. Breakfast sandwich contains topping of tomato and garlic cooked in olive oil (while I was there, owner and Italian friend were discussing olive oils and how what you get here isn't, which I will believe.) Garlic and olive oil are death on my system so yesterday I stayed in: also ached and twinged in every joint. My s-i-l was complaining on FB that she too ached and twinged and her new doctor blew her off ('you're old, get used to it') so even the indefatigible L was registering whatever was going on atmospherically.
Today is not much better but the sun shone so I drove myself out to the laundromat to wash towels and terry cloth bed sheet in hot water. Went up to Loblaws where my pharmacy is to buy muscle relaxants and had a Starbucks latte to wash them down. And watched my fellow oldsters with their walkers and wheelchairs and canes going about their business. Yeats was wrong: this is a country of old men. And women, several of whom follow that other poem and wear bright purple.
I went out Sunday and found the street corners generally passable, so had a breakfast sandwich and latte at the closer coffee shop. Breakfast sandwich contains topping of tomato and garlic cooked in olive oil (while I was there, owner and Italian friend were discussing olive oils and how what you get here isn't, which I will believe.) Garlic and olive oil are death on my system so yesterday I stayed in: also ached and twinged in every joint. My s-i-l was complaining on FB that she too ached and twinged and her new doctor blew her off ('you're old, get used to it') so even the indefatigible L was registering whatever was going on atmospherically.
Today is not much better but the sun shone so I drove myself out to the laundromat to wash towels and terry cloth bed sheet in hot water. Went up to Loblaws where my pharmacy is to buy muscle relaxants and had a Starbucks latte to wash them down. And watched my fellow oldsters with their walkers and wheelchairs and canes going about their business. Yeats was wrong: this is a country of old men. And women, several of whom follow that other poem and wear bright purple.
