Chapter 571 - Another Time Stamp

 So I've entered another decade. What does that mean to me? Very little, other than I probably won't mark another. A few pleasant phone calls, some nice cards, one with a reminder that a distant rellie on her side will mark the same event next week which motivated me to buy an appropriate card this morning. But first I needed to find a stamp and that resulted in upheaval of drawers and cupboards until I gave up to go to a newsagent's, buy a card and hope that stamps may be available as well, today being Sunday. A suitable card was available for $7.95 and a stamp was $1.10, although I bought a few spares, which all up was worth the price of a couple of coffees I suppose. On the way home I dropped the partly used Duodopa cassettes of the last 6 weeks into the Community Health sharps bin. I had left her searching through the drawers of the cupboard beneath the TV looking for stamps and by the time I returned 45 minutes later she was still at it although I suspect her original motivation had been forgotten. She has since moved to another cupboard and when asked what she was doing replied "Packing things away." although stuff still remains on the floor from the first cupboard. I responded with "But you're pulling things out just to pack them away again." At least the activity entertains her. Yesterday was spent attempting to make a pillow out of an empty pillow case, zippered on one side, and the pillow case and filling remain across the sewing room floor this morning. I think the pillow construction began the night before when she asked to remain up when the Wild Dog Carer came to change her into night attire for bed at 1830. She remained in her wheel chair in the sewing room until about 2200; I was asleep. However, last night she was in bed and dozing by 1830.

She is reading a lot these days, mainly Mills and Boon novels read repeatedly over the years and many probable came from her grandmother. Recently, a carer from Wild Dog loaned her a 400 page romance novel that was read within two weeks. My offer to buy her paper backs by the same author was rejected with the comment she was happy with the Mills and Boon novels as she was unable to remember the stories anyway, so each appears new. I must confess I have difficulty remembering the characters, plots and  titles of books I have recently (as in weeks and months) read as ebooks. She has no desire to return to ebooks. She is able to hold a paperback, turn its pages and dog ear page corners as book marks without difficulty, all of which puzzles me after providing her with ereaders mounted on flexible arms; I can only assume that her eyes are much better since the cataract and glaucoma procedures.

Anyway, to celebrate the dawn of my new decade on Friday I went to the local drive through cafe for 3 servings of fish and chips plus yummy cheese cakes which we enjoyed with our single guest out on our rear patio on a delightfully balmy spring day. And a little merlot of course. Hours later on the far side of the globe many others remembered the day without any thought about me.