Also, in case you give a crap, my entire Friday agenda has included thus far: 1) a visit by my hospice R.N. at 10:30 a.m. for a routine checkup, wound care and a skin treatment on the back of my thighs plus teaching Sam how to help me use the adult diapers that were delivered yesterday; 2) depositing a fine poo in the aforementioned adult diaper, about which no further information will be provided; 3) eating a slightly below-average Wal-Mart crab cake for lunch; and 4) this afternoon my hospice C.N.A. was here for bathing, powdering and general hygiene. But better yet … 5) at 2:30 this morning I recorded one of my all-time favorite “sleeping” movies, Journey to the Center of the Earth (1959) starring James Mason and Pat Boone. I love this goddamn movie. Love, love, love!
SATURDAY, 11/3/2018, 4:27 A.M. Forgive me for not completing and publishing this post yesterday. It was just one of those things … capisce? I’ve been sleeping almost round-the-clock, nibbling teeny meals, enjoying back-to-back episodes of “Law and Order” on the Sundance Channel, and binge-watching “The Real Housewives of New Jersey” in anticipation of the first episode of season eight next week on Bravo. I’ve had the proverbial full plate. Today, however, will be different, aside from the imminent repeat of the number two hoo-hah, as so described in the previous paragraph. Thank you.
SATURDAY, 3:58 P.M. What a day, boys and girls. Once again I spent most of it drifting aimlessly in and out of sleep … until a sharp awakening around 2 p.m., when I woke from a four-hour nap and discovered that my morning meds had been stuck in my throat for several hours. It was horrible, and I even threw up a couple of half-dissolved pills that tasted like crankcase oil … after which I choked and gagged for almost an hour and a half. It’s been a most distressing afternoon for me. It feels like my throat’s on fire, and although I haven’t eaten since 2 a.m. — hummus and a half-slice of whole grain pita, if you must know — I have no appetite whatsoever. Zero. Zilch.
When my appetite does come back, however, I’ll be considering: 1) shrimp tempura with Panda Express Sweet Hot Chili Sauce; 2) a pouch of Mountain House Rice with Chicken; or 3) Stouffer’s Stuffed Peppers. (Sorry … no visitors tonight, please.)
Because I haven’t set foot outside the house since 2012 — not counting four trips to Baylor Hospital via ambulance, during which I was virtually unconscious — I haven’t seen Howdygram headquarters from the street for years. So a couple of days ago, on a particularly bright and sunny morning, I asked Sam to walk outside and snap a few pictures for me … and this was the prettiest of them all. Thank you, Sam! As you can see, the lawn is creeping into its annual “winter gold” color, and our tree is almost fully red and burgundy now. The bushes are all evergreens. I’m very grateful for these photos!
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| A portrait of Howdygram headquarters, Autumn 2018. |
It’s almost 5:30 p.m. now, and I think maybe I’ll wake Sam (he’s on the sofa) and start making a few noises about dinner. Thank you for reading this, and it would be nice of you to toss a passing glance at the Alamo one of these days … if you have the time. Adios!
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