Almost midway into October and it was
95 degrees today. Something is out of kilter in the universe—well a lot of
things are, but that is another subject. Still, it was a lovely pleasant day.
Jordan and I went to Central Market
today since I still haven’t got my legs under me altogether. But, man, give me
a grocery cart and watch me go. We each had fairly short lists, but I had
promised Christian a steak dinner because he took such good care of me when
Jordan was out of town, I needed a new two-burner cartridge for my stove, and
my car was dead. So I bought filets for them and lamp chops for me.
We had a lovely evening—happy hour on
the front porch while Christian grilled. The grill that all told me a few weeks
ago had to be junked worked so efficiently, after Lewis Bundock cleaned it,
that Christian got all the meat a bit more well done than he liked. So much for
throwing out my grill.
We each had our meat, baked potato and
salad—plus Jacob ate a whole head of broccoli (but only one bite of meat—my non-carnivore
grandson). We had dinner on the deck and lingered over wine. I did as much as I
could before they got here, but then Jordan took over, made the salad, plated
the dinners—it was great.
I have to admit I’m tired tonight, but
I walked around the house a lot without a cane and felt good about it. I think
I’m on the road to getting my self-confidence back.
Jacob spent the evening catching
geckos—they are our bug-eating friends and I hate to see them captured, but he
came in at one point all excited about a really big gecko. Got a pint jar,
poked holes in the lid (my good scissors, I’m afraid) and proudly showed it to
me. After he left, I saw another big gecko (well, they don’t come too big) on
the back screen and said, “I’m glad you escaped, big fellow.” I know, I raised
boys. I should be used to this. But I think my sensibilities toward tiny
creatures are different than they were thirty-five years ago.
All in all, a good day, and I am so
grateful to my local children for all they do for me, and to my distant
children for their concern. And guess what? I have a lamb chop left for supper
tomorrow.
