December 2, 2007

• Good Time to Blog

  It is nearly 5 AM here.  I have been up since about 3:30 this time.  Since I was awake, I decided to go online and pay some bills.  Since I was online, I decided to check Xanga and read my new comments.  Since I was here, I decided it was a good enough time to blog.

  Halloween and Thanksgiving have passed almost without our noticing.  Nobody stopped by for treats on Halloween, no pumpkin was carved… no big meal for Thanksgiving, no celebrations or overindulgences.

  Since the last time I checked in here, Greyfox has made another of his supply runs.  He decided that as along as I am incapacitated, he will come up here about once a month to bring groceries, light bulbs, and such.  This time, the “such” included some discarded clothing he scrounged.  I now have a pair of polar fleece pajamas, with feet, in a warm off-white with big blue snowflake designs, and some sweaters I’d never have been able to afford to buy.

  It is cold here, finally.   Between now and the time I took the last bunch of snow pictures, it rained for several days, leaving only a dirty, icy crust of snow on the ground, and nothing much on the trees at all.  Then, a few days ago, it got down around zero and hasn’t gotten much above that since then.  It was 3 degrees outside and 56 degrees (F) in here, last time I looked, an hour or so ago. 

  A fifty degree temp differential between indoors and out isn’t bad, but it won’t be enough when the outdoor temp drops to twenty or more below.  We have the woodstove going hot enough now that the water in the pot on top is boiling, which is sorta unusual.  I was warm enough while I was in my bed with the radiant heat from the woodstove, but this desk is in a cold corner, so I’ll keep this brief.

  I’m still having a lot of breathing difficulty.  I guess I’m mostly over the pneumonia, but have had a series of respiratory infections.  I’m fairly inactive, and still seem to overdo it every few days.  It’s a lot easier to overdo my capacity than to actually get anything done.  My capacity is laughably little.  I watered a few plants, picked off a few dead leaves, and it was more than I should have done… set me back.  I know I would be up shit creek if it were not for Greyfox’s supply runs and Doug’s everyday assistance.

  Doug has been polishing his cooking skills.  He has, among other accomplishments, perfected the over easy fried egg, not an easy feat.  Yesterday, with me sitting on the kitchen stool giving instructions, he put together a couple of sugarless wheat-free pumpkin pies for me.  He doesn’t even like pumpkin pie when it is the usual sweet kind with flaky crust.  After one bite of the marvelous pie he baked for me, with an unorthodox crust made from garbanzo, fava bean and sorghum flours, he left the rest for me.  Yaay.

  My hands and feet are cold.  I’m outta here.
  

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