Wednesday, April 1

HEB Excursion and Physical Therapy

Yesterday was Butch's Physical Therapy appointment. They are with him for an hour and I cannot go in so I planned a trip to the closest HEB to load up on groceries. First time in a store since March 17th. I wore gloves and a mask and tried my best to keep 6 feet away from all others. I had to be vigilant because there are people who rolled their eyes at me like I was being silly and appeared to have not a clue that they were to avoid me. I did see a fair amount of other people with gloves and masks. So I would say it was a 50/50 mix. I bought $103 worth of groceries. I cannot remember the last time I spent that much at one time in a grocery store.

Butch had a hard session with the therapist. He walked 80 feet with only a cane and then 80 feet back. He said he had to stop for a rest, still standing on the return trip. So they are taking steps to have less reliance on the walker. His next appointment is Thursday. We both know it will be at least a month before we can consider heading for Iowa. The therapy days are hard on him and he is ready for a nice nap when he gets home.

My groceries were getting down to some pretty repetitious stuff so I am very happy to be looking at some variety. I bought a small watermelon and it is calling my name!

Made a mask

I made a mask for both of us. They are easy to make, comfortable, washable and practical. Can be sanitized and add filtering by adding additional layers of fabric. I will trust it much more than the simple painters mask I had been using and all it cost was the sacrifice of a T-Shirt. The easy to follow directions can be found here:

In a Pinch

Here are directions for making your own mask. Easy to do and no sewing required.

Tuesday, March 31

My Breakfast Feast

A friend with eggs

Alex, our Trophy neighbor across the street, captured my heart and made my eyes light up when he brought me a dozen eggs. Nobody thought that would ever happen! He said that Walmart had eggs, one dozen per customer so he went in twice to get me some eggs. I am very grateful.

Two eggs are my first meal each day and now I will bore you with my preparation routine. I place two half-pats of butter in a skillet, placing thinly sliced onion in each butter pat. After letting it cook a bit, I crack an egg over each one and break the yolk. After the eggs have set up quite a bit I carefully turn them over to cook the other side. Place them on a plate and add a dollop of cottage cheese on each one. I love this breakfast!! Eggs have been so hard to come by lately.

Whistling Ducks

Butch happened to spot these two and alerted me to them. The lighting was less than ideal and a barking dog was keeping their attention focused in the opposite direction.

Monday, March 30

Caught my eye 2

I went for a walk up around the golf course. Getting outside amongst some nature does wonders for the mental attitude. You can feel the stress just falling off of you.
Alex is cleaning up his Moho is prep for heading out to Michigan soon.

Mark, Rich, and Wayne cussin' or discussin'.

 Lonnie is making his rounds since the pool hall is closed
 Horseshoes anyone?

 I would like a whirligig like this one

Fence peekers

 Corn is knee-high by Easter

Butch cannot play but he can advise

 Butch and his pool partner Paul.

 Romaine? That's a guess
The golf course was a busy place

Sunday, March 29

Life in the slow lane

We are doing fine in our solitude. I am getting caught up and entertained on the computer and Butch is starting to get reacquainted with the book he was reading before the FALL. The Girl From Charnelle.
The Girl from Charnelle. It's 1960 in the Panhandle town of CharnelleTexas -- a year and a half since sixteen-year-old Laura Tate's mother boarded a bus and mysteriously disappeared. Assuming responsibility for the Tate household, Laura cares for her father and three brothers and outwardly maintains a sense of calm.

Having been on Keto since last June and changing my entire way of eating has been another blessing in that I have fully adjusted to cooking at home. So it has been a seamless transition and most likely why my cupboard and freezer have been well-stocked. I have not been to a grocery store or any other kind of store since March 17th. I purchased a garden mix of greens and 2 bags of radishes at that time. last night we had pork loin, sweet potato, onions, potato salad, and coleslaw. Butch called it a feast. Today will be leftovers. I am thinking I may need a grocery excursion sometime in the next week. Fresh produce will be tops on my list.

We have been having weather with temps in the high 90's. Today is cooler and cloudy and we have the windows open. Yeah!!

Saturday, March 28

Nothing Scheduled!

This will be a good day! Nothing scheduled anywhere! Actually, nothing is scheduled until next Tuesday, March 31st. It sounds like vacation!

I started this a few days ago after Butch's latest PT session.
I can always fall back on pictures so here are a few. The introvert that I am I do not mind the quiet, the slow pace, nowhere to go and nothing to do. It will be A-OK for awhile.

Butch was due for a haircut. We have been with these people all winter and we do take greater care with handwashing and case you are wondering.

Playing a little cribbage on a Saturday morning.

 Less people= More birds

Right outside my windo while at my computer. Uh Huh, I LIKE IT.

Thursday, March 26

Shopping HEB in Alamo TX

I didn't take these pictures. I snipped them from Facebook. But I think I will feel more comfortable when I have to go buy groceries.

Update Plus

Butch is home from the hospital and we had an appointment with his surgeon. The Xrays say the bone is starting to heal. Good News. Today we will be going to his first outpatient appointment for physical therapy. I have to drop him off at the door. I won't be allowed in. (Covid-19)

 Liz loaned us her golf cart so we can get around the park for a change of scenery. We were naturally slowing down because of old age and this adds another layer of slow.

One of the little snafu's we have had concerns a hypodermic syringe. I am supposed to give Butch an injection every morning for 11 more days to guard against blood clots. Yesterday was the first one and we ruined the syringe in trying to figure it out. It seemed like a puzzle. I asked several people in the park if they knew how, including a couple of RN's. None of us were able to figure it out. So today I called CVS and they told me to bring it in and they would show me. The pharmacist looked at it and said this must be new. So he went online to see if he could see what the changes might be. We both felt a bit sheepish when it was discovered it was merely a matter of muscle. Pulling the end off,  exposing the needle took a lot more effort than any of us realized. Simple once you know how!

Butch's first outpatient appointment was today at 1:00PM. They told me I could come to pick him up at 2:00. It was more like 2:30 because he was going through an evaluation to see where his start line was and that took more time. It was a pleasant surprise that his sessions will be on Tuesdays and Thursdays. The only negative part of that is that shopping at Costco would not be a good diversion for me at this time. So I parked in the shade and listened to an audiobook.

Thelma belongs to Candy and Rick, our neighbors closest to us. Thelma and Butch have formed a relationship. Thelma will be leaving for Kansas tomorrow and she and Butch will miss each other. Thelma has a solution now. Rick, Candy, and Thelma have been the best of neighbors.

Butch's loaner

When old guys put their heads together some serious problem solving takes place. A big thanks to Dave, Paul, and Alex. Butch said things would be a lot easier if he had a handrail on the left side of the Moho door. Abracadabra and there it was!!

The first time he has been at the computer since the accident.

Sitting at the table at Liz's rental place while talking to Jason on the phone. Peaceful picture don't you think?

Monday, March 23

About my blog

I have been writing this blog since 2002. Sometimes I add things for future reference, using it as a journal so to speak. And my style of writing has always been as if you are sitting across from me and we are having a visit. So if you see something I have posted on Facebook or in an email or other location and then it shows up on the blog it is because I want to "save" it.
Since Butch broke his leg I have been quite busy. When I haven't been physically busy I have been mentally busy and for me that is normal. My mental busyness has always outrun the physical and that is why I have heard on more than one occasion from my constant companion, Butch, "You think too much, Barb." Yup, I must say he is probably right but I look upon it as a benefit most of the time. In my old age, I have learned to harness it a bit and we are both grateful for that.
Till I think up something else...


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Viral Poem

This is the good kind of viral — a poem, making the rounds on social media, that can uplift anyone affected or infected by coronavirus:
"When this is over, may we never again take for granted
A handshake with a stranger
Full shelves at the store
Conversations with neighbors
A crowded theater
Friday night out
The taste of communion
A routine checkup
The school rush each morning
Coffee with a friend
The stadium roaring
Each deep breath
A boring Tuesday
Life itself.
When this ends
may we find
that we have become
more like the people
we wanted to be
we were called to be
we hoped to be
and may we stay
that way — better
for each other
because of the worst."

Who wrote the poem?

The author, Laura Kelly Fanucci, a Minnesota resident, writes a syndicated column, “Faith at Home,” published in Catholic newspapers nationwide and has written six books.
She didn't mention "coronavirus," "virus" or "pandemic" once in this poem. Did you notice? Probably not. Anyone who reads it will know what the "this" in "when this is over" is.
But she may have mentioned everything you'll never take for granted again once we're past all of "this."
The poem has already been shared thousands of times on social media. 
Fanucci told the Caller-Times via email that she has been amazed by the response to her poem.
"At this point it's been shared over 83,000 times on Facebook and 48,000 times on Instagram, as far as I can track," she wrote. "So it's certainly struck a chord (although it feels strange to call something "viral" in this present crisis). I've seen it translated into several languages and have been asked for permission to reprint it in countless places.
"The words came to me in the middle of the night. Our youngest child is only 3 weeks old so I'm up with him at all hours. Everything feels darker and more frightening at night, so I started wondering what small good I could offer to people as a writer. Since then, it took on a life of its own. I've simply been sitting back and watching. Hoping it offers people some hope and comfort in such an anxious time."