The coming week's weather forecast. The temperatures are rising.
As always, it's a long one so happily skip when needed. I have been writing my daily journals for years, and they are indeed very detailed. I learned how to type in my teens and still type every day even after all these years. It fits in with my detailed brain, I miss very little in everyday goings on. I can look over things ad nauseum and still find a typo, which gets corrected sometimes after publishing. I might also tweak sentences that doesn't flow or ramble, or add things that I remember later. Everything goes in here and it's fun to look back to see what I have written - for both of us as Gregg likes reading them too, now and years down the road.
Sunday, March 1st, 2026: It was son’s day to come over and that’s always lovely. Gregg always cooks breakfast, he tells us about his week.
I finished another iPad puzzle after he left, a lovely visual that reminds me of what is to come in the spring, seeing pups play, butterflies - and bees - dancing and spring flowers. I expect many feel the same way.
Monday, March 2nd, 2026: I had a doctor’s appointment for my yearly check-up. It was supposed to snow at 11.30 p.m. but just before we left, around 3.30 p.m., flakes started falling. We drove to the building without a problem. By the time we got there, big flakes were coming down. My appointment was the last one of the day. We were able to get a parking space not too far from the entrance and that’s unusual as we can never find one and have to drive to the multi-story parking lot across the street.
Gregg always drops me off at the door and I sit in the foyer near the elevators which we will take us to the fourth floor. I usually have an appointment early morning so maybe this is the way to go from now on. On second thoughts most likely there were closer parking spaces available because people were leaving early wanting to get home before the weather got worse.
Photos from the road are below. The middle right of this collage, was taken in the waiting room, shortly after we arrived. The squirrel tried to warn us, but we paid him no mind. I had to keep that appointment today and didn’t want any delays. What’s a little snow?
Bottom left a stalwart fellow running in the snow in his shorts! "Are you mad, sir?" “No, just stalwart,” he says. You can’t tell by that photo, but big flakes were coming down. I hoped he had strong grips on his running shoes. Good news, the hospital is just around the corner. I put my maternal instincts away and wished him no slipping and sliding in his future.
I get the cognitive test, which I absolutely loathe but necessary I suppose. As soon as I know that's coming, I can feel myself getting tense, this upon the tension I already feel. She gives me three words to remember, apple, table, beach. She took my blood pressure before all this and said it was very high, me thinking of this test no doubt as I had an idea it was coming. Gregg knows what I'm like, and suggested she take it again as usually my bp is always on the lower side. When she did that second one, it was a normal read. Okay, who has 'white coat syndrome' out there?
I think real life can somehow write their own comedy skits, in our world anyway, as one of us had a right chuckle about it and told at least three people that day and the next. I was asked to draw a circle where I had to insert numbers as you would in a clock. I've done it before. I didn’t like it then either. This time I was a bit haphazard and drew the fastest circle I have ever done, without thinking much about it, about 8 inches in diameter, because all I wanted to do was get through this and get out of there. When I looked at this dear nurse studying my circle, I saw an interesting look on her face. Gregg saw it too and he got up out of his chair to take a look. I'm thinking, well I want to get out of there and why are we sitting looking at a flipping circle? Let me draw the clock already. But no, we had to discuss it a little longer. She said that was about as perfect a circle as I've seen anyone draw, ever. She looked at me and said, "No really, I'm not kidding." “She's an artist” Gregg said, and I said to myself in what world would that be? I might have been a tad grumpy but trying not to be. She was such a dear. Next, she said “I’ve seen a lot of circles and that’s about as perfect as anyone has ever drawn one”, this as they looked at each other, then both looked at me like I was ready for the exhibit. The three of us were by this time looking at the circle. I felt I was in a never-ending time loop talking about the circle. There were no ends, no overlapping lines, a perfectly round. It could have been drawn by a compass. I said to myself, to heck with this, I still had to draw the numbers within the circle and would be told to put the hands showing 10 to 10. She said, "Put the hands at 10 to 11." Tricky! Take my blood pressure now I thought! Done, done and done!
She left and a few moments later my doctor came in. I really lucked out on this medical team. I have felt very comfortable with her since day one, once the ball gets rolling, and the medical staff have always been excellent. Even though I was the last person to see, the doctor made time to chat and not just about the medical questions.
She has a little girl and I asked about her, how was she? With a big beaming smile she told she now has a little sister, and would I like to see a photo of them? They were absolutely precious. Sadly, my doctor is moving to Minnesota to be closer to her in-laws. She seemed very happy about it all and we were very happy for her, though I will be sorry to see her go. She's been my doctor for the last three years and a half years. She's also a young-one.
When we left the office, everyone had gone home. No one was in reception, the emergency lighting was on but very dark, and it felt Stephen King eerie. I was supposed to get a blood test done and was told to go down to the ground floor to see if they could fit me in before they left for the night. We got there with 10 minutes to spare. It became apparent that I would be keeping them past their leaving time so I said quick as a flash, "Oh no problem, I can come back next week. I don't need an appointment do I? No? I can just walk in? I'll be back next Wednesday!" I practically raced Gregg to the door, I was out of there lickety-split. I got the usual slow down reminder from the keeper of my safety because my brain was racing faster than my feet, as sometimes happens.
It was still snowing outside, and the light had faded. I was glad Gregg didn’t have far to go for the car. He left me at my seat and soon picked me up at the door. We went to our chicken place for dinner. He had his chicken nuggets and macaroni and cheese. I had a grilled chicken sandwich and waffle fries. A treat after a doctor's appointment. It will be back to salads tomorrow.
We had poached eggs on toast for breakfast and those were our two meals for the day.
In the evening I started watching a new show (to me) called Bookish, a British detective drama series, set in 1946 London. It's on Amazon Prime. The story is about an eccentric bookshop owner solving crimes and has six episodes in the series. It looks very promising. I really enjoyed the first episode as the acting is outstanding and believable. I am looking forward to another tonight.
Tuesday, March 2nd, 2026: looking out the window the snow is 95% gone. The current temperature is 39 degrees Fahrenheit (4 degrees Celsius). The rain helped a lot.
Nothing morning or afternoon of note.
Breakfast turned out to be a bagel with cream cheese and I added blueberries on the side.
It was a late breakfast and we didn't eat again until well after dinnertime. No salad but a healthy chicken and vegetable stir fry, and that is all for today.
Wednesday, March 4th, 2026: I woke up at 6.00 a.m. and read for a while, slowly easing into the day. Breakfast was Weetabix with warmed milk, and the rest of the blueberries, plus handful of chopped walnuts and chopped dates. Dear other half went out with his shopping list, and I dare say he will treat himself to breakfast while out.
He had a fancy for hot dogs and also bought hot dog buns with a can of Hormel’s chili with no beans for dinner - one of us isn’t too fond of beans. The hotdogs were very good, especially as they were rather small. We have not had them in a long time.
It’s rainy, a dull day but warmer than it has been, 55 degrees F. (13 degrees C.)
I finished another jigsaw puzzle on my iPad. Hopefully we have seen the last of the snow.
A nice week it seems Denise. Here we take the car for a service not an inspection, amazing how the words change in different countries for the same thing.
ReplyDeleteRead all the post, good reading and thanks for sharing your daily life as to what you do and what you eat.