REENIE'S REACH
by irene bean

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SOME OF MY FAVORITE BLOGS I'VE POSTED


2008
A Solid Foundation

Cheers

Sold!

Not Trying to be Corny

2007
This Little Light of Mine

We Were Once Young

Veni, Vedi, Vinca

U Tube Has a New Star

Packing a 3-Iron

Getting Personal

Welcome Again

Well... Come on in

Christmas Shopping

There's no Substitute

2006
Dressed for Success

Cancun Can-Can

Holy Guacamole

Life can be Crazy

The New Dog

Hurricane Reenie

He Delivers

No Spilt Milk

Naked Fingers

Blind

Have Ya Heard the One About?

The Great Caper

Push

Barney's P***S

My New Security System

Change of Menu

Yesterday I posted the following on my Facebook page:

After a while there's nothing cheery about Cheerios.

I can very easily see why people thought I was being my usual silly self.

I wasn't.

BTW, I deleted the post - never intending to mislead people.


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For weeks and months I've eaten Cheerios 2x each day. There have been wonderful reprieves from this pattern, but my main go-to meal has been a bowl of Cheerios.

I can't be around flame, so I can't use my oven or stovetop anymore. Also, I'm often too fatigued to prepare meals.

So, I pour. I pour the Cheerios and then I pour the milk. I can still do this.

The other day I was especially weary. I was lying in bed feeling too tired to prepare anything. Heaven forbid I miss a meal.

I'd asked Joan to purchase some of that fresh pasta stocked near the dairy section of our Piggly Wiggly. Bless her sweet heart, she bought angel hair pasta. Oy. Even at the top of my game I could ruin angel hair pasta, but I gave it a shot. I heated water in the microwave and slipped a chunk into the simmering water. Moments later I retrieved a blob of knotted paste. I sprinkled some grated parmesan on it, took a couple of bites, and then ground it up in the garbage disposal.

I pulled a bowl from a cabinet.


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Yesterday was another Cheerios Day - it's become my version of Groundhog Day. It made me glum. I felt the dangerous chill of extreme isolation. It wasn't my favorite day.
Hey! I'm allowed an un-favorite day every so often.


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I made coffee this morning. Can still do that like a pro. Tore a slice of bread in half to eat before taking a fistful of meds.

Then I sat in front of my computer and begged Mr. Google to find a vendor that would ship frozen prepared meals - nutritious, made with integrity and convenience. Um, what am I saying... I just want something other than Cheerios!

I discovered there are lots of vendors who provide this service. Some are very pricey. Some are just pricey. I'm worth it.

I was slobbering all over the place as I read the meal descriptions: Roasted root vegetables, roasted Brussels sprouts, roasted broccoli and cauliflower, polenta with honey sage carrots, turkey meatloaf. I ordered 13 full entrees and 6 additional side dishes.

I know this post sounds complainy. Well, it is, and too bad. As my illness progresses, my world becomes smaller and smaller. My ability to do simple tasks is diminishing. I've been able to process and adjust to just about everything, so forgive me if I'm sick-to-death of Cheerios.


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Linda came by this morning. She brought homemade zucchini bread and fresh berries. It was all delicious, but the yummiest part of her visit was being in her orbit of laughter and conversation.


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Going to rest for a bit then head to my screened porch to paint. It's become a wonderful pastime - something I enjoy a great deal.

As always, thanks for stopping by to visit with this old cranky-pants.

Love.


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