3/26/2023

 

Weekly Update 3/26/2023

Monday, as I was doing my normal weekly housework (which isn’t much – I leave most of it for my monthly house cleaner), I felt it was time to clean the porch. The furniture, carpet and railings are all covered with yellow pine dust. I think the bad time for the pollen has passed, so I wanted to get those things cleaned up. I brought all the furniture in and placed it in the shower. I hosed it down. The cushions are only surface washable, so I washed them in the kitchen sink. I vacuumed the carpet and brushed the railings. That’s a horrible job, but it’s done now. I sat out there a couple of times this week to read my book.

Wednesday this week, I had to work even harder to get my fat ass out of the recliner to walk. I was wearing my leggings, which do not have pockets, and my keys were tucked into the waistband, as I always do with those pants About half way finished, I tried to assure myself that the keys were there, but when I touched my waist, the lump was missing! The keys were gone! I retraced most of my steps, and it took about twenty minutes before I finally spied them on the curb. I had tried to comfort myself in the search saying things like: it could be worse – losing the phone or wallet would be much worse, or the items on the key chain could be replaced – it would be a hassle, especially the car keys, but it could be done. I was so happy to see them on the side of road, taunting me and screaming “be more careful!”

Kay and I went to the cemetery on Saturday. It was long past time, as the Christmas things I’d left for John and Dessie should have been replaced long before now. But, when I went to put spring flowers for “my soldiers”, I was surprised to see someone else had left white poinsettias for them. This was a surprise, as no one has added anything since I’ve adopted the sites. Very strange. I don’t know how to find out who might be doing this, but as we drove out of the cemetery again, we went past two of the other Chapman graves, for John’s father and his great nephew. They both had white poinsettias too. Perhaps a Chapman family member has decided to add reminders, or perhaps no Chapman family members still live in Savannah, but had visited for the holidays and left something when they were here. That might explain why I haven’t seen anything from someone else in so long. It’s a mystery.

Annie is getting cuter. She smiles now. It seems impossible that Adrian could get any cuter, but he’s just adorable as well! Someone I know from DH has opened a children’s shop on Whitaker street. It has lots of high end clothes and some nice books and toys. When I was in Hobby Lobby with Kay (she needed to buy spring flowers to place on Liam’s headstone), I saw the most adorable mother goose stuffed toy. It was so soft, and it was battery operated to read Mother Goose rhymes. I sometimes think I should be buying these things for Adrian and Anne, but, I don’t. I can’t imagine that they lack any great toy, or any adorable item of clothing. I just sent money. It’s very tempting, and fun to look, though.