It is day number something of the shut down and social distancing and I am about to go stir crazy. First there is this matter of not knowing what day it is. I used to go to church and so I knew when Sunday and then Monday was. The grandson came on Wednesday and Thursday. That is past history. Can't even spot the weekdays by what soap opera is playing, since they are all screwed up also.
So now I have a white board on the back door and whoever knows what day it is has the chore of writing it for me to see. So far this week I have had 6 Wednesdays. Looking forward to Monday. I know when people get old and have help coming in, it is the job of the caregiver to assess the client and part of that is to ask them what day it is. That works really well if one of the people knows for sure. I have however devised a plan to figure out what day it is. I look down in the corner of the screen on the computer and get the number of the day. then I look at my fireman calendar and find that number. This works well as long as I am on the right month. And then there is the act of remembering the day until I get to the next one. What I should have done was start marking off days, but they all seem to run together.
I spent yesterday down in the sewing room and actually got the cutting table cleaned off. Also found a quilt top which I quilted, bound and now have it laying across the back of my recliner ready for my morning nap. When I got up this morning, I was excited for several reasons. The first, I am on the right side of the sod. I cleaned the bathroom yesterday, so I do not have to do that today. I thought I would maybe go out and burn some limbs I have out back. Maybe I will rake around a little. I need to go buy some Aamdro because I have a giant red ant hill right by the bottom step of the deck. These are the mean ones.
Not sure this program is still working, but going to publish this. Just want to keep in touch with the real world. Better times are coming! Hang tight.
So now I have a white board on the back door and whoever knows what day it is has the chore of writing it for me to see. So far this week I have had 6 Wednesdays. Looking forward to Monday. I know when people get old and have help coming in, it is the job of the caregiver to assess the client and part of that is to ask them what day it is. That works really well if one of the people knows for sure. I have however devised a plan to figure out what day it is. I look down in the corner of the screen on the computer and get the number of the day. then I look at my fireman calendar and find that number. This works well as long as I am on the right month. And then there is the act of remembering the day until I get to the next one. What I should have done was start marking off days, but they all seem to run together.
I spent yesterday down in the sewing room and actually got the cutting table cleaned off. Also found a quilt top which I quilted, bound and now have it laying across the back of my recliner ready for my morning nap. When I got up this morning, I was excited for several reasons. The first, I am on the right side of the sod. I cleaned the bathroom yesterday, so I do not have to do that today. I thought I would maybe go out and burn some limbs I have out back. Maybe I will rake around a little. I need to go buy some Aamdro because I have a giant red ant hill right by the bottom step of the deck. These are the mean ones.
Not sure this program is still working, but going to publish this. Just want to keep in touch with the real world. Better times are coming! Hang tight.
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