He wanted to also help me bring my nephew’s TV in from that
bedroom. I thanked him but explained that it was one I could handle. 90% of
what I do daily involves sitting - my Etsy shop online, crocheting for my shop
and for the local needy, and so on. So whenever I get a chance to safely do
some bending and stretching, within my arthritis-limits and bounds, I go for
it.
That set is hooked up now and all is well. Meanwhile another
friend donated an analog-to-digital converter to me. They no longer need it.
They replaced the set it connected to with a digital set. I’m not sure this is
one that will work for me, but I’ll know next week when I disconnect from paid
TV contract service.
That labor aside, I took the time to mix some sugar-free
Jello for me. I love to take one small box of one flavor and mix it with a
small box of another. This time I used an orange and a cherry. It’s easy
enough, for heaven’s sake, and saves me from unhealthy snacks along the way. If
I get a craving for a cookie or a chip, I’ll open the fridge and dip a spoon or
two of the Jello and it satisfies my craving, quickly. Plus the gelatin is good
for my hair (what little I have ) and nails.
I also had picked up a 3# bag of apples this week for under
$3. I took 3 of those, and used my Vidalia chopper and diced them tiny. I will
now be able to add a spoonful or two at a time to everything from cold cereal
and hot cereal, to yogurt and more.
Our senior mobile home community’s Fall park-wide yard sale
is next weekend, and I’m pulling things aside for that. I ran across lots of
bowls with well-fitting lids that I knew a friend needed badly. At one time
there were three of us in here and now I definitely do not need all that I
have. So I packed a bag or two with those and she picked them up. The really
good ones will go out for the sale.
Because I will be delivering about 50 of our park’s monthly
newsletters tomorrow morning, I took the time to roll and rubber-band those
tonight. We hang them on the front railings or on the mailbox posts. I continue
to walk and do that once a month because it helps me keep the arthritis at a
relative stand-still. It’s there, all right, but I want to keep it from getting
too much worse, too quickly.
This afternoon, our park’s pool-clique had an end-of-season
party. One elderly lady in here (Oh, who am I kidding? It’s a senior park. We’re
ALL elderly!) called and asked if I could take her over. The ride she depended
on didn’t show. We knew she could easily get a ride home. I took her, her
walker, and her pot-luck offering, over to the clubhouse for the party. She’s
got cancer now, and how could I say “no”?
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