MuskOx of Shadow
Nov. 10th, 2024 09:42 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ismoI thought I would probably be okay to go to church this morning, so we went. I had one coughing attack that almost made me go to the back to avoid distressing people, but I stopped. After that I just didn't try to sing and was sort of okay. I came home and did a little cooking. It was the easy kind where you just slap things together. In this case: a layer of premade crescent roll dough; a layer of Swiss cheese; a layer of corned beef slices; a layer of sauerkraut with the juice squeezed out of it, mingled with Russian dressing; another layer of cheese; and another layer of crescent roll dough. Bake it until the cheese melts and the dough is golden brown. Very simple, yet somehow time consuming. Had a cup of tea and considered that maybe I was out of gas and would not go to the potluck. Went anyway. By then it had started raining.
I had a nice time and talked to various friends, including another of my old lady friends. She has pretty serious dementia and has never learned my name, but she recognizes me and says "My good friend!" She beams at me and says "We made it through another year!" Yes, indeed we did. And sometimes the two weeks since I last saw her certainly seems like a year to me, too. We're in a new building these days. It appeared to have an elevator. The Sparrowhawk could not resist trying it out, even though we had not been told we could use it, nor how to make it work. Because OF COURSE HE DID, DARLING . . . . It emitted strange beeping noises and once the door was closed, it could not be opened again. I heard it humming inside. I was kind of worried it might be a disintegration machine, or even a transporter that would whisk him off to an alternate galaxy. But he did turn up later, on the next floor up.
Once I got home, I knew for sure that I had indeed overdone it again. But my large pan of baked Reuben-ish sandwiches was eaten down to a nubbin, so I'm happy. And I didn't use all of the sliced corned beef, so the Sparrowhawk will have some nice sandwiches for a few days.
I had a nice time and talked to various friends, including another of my old lady friends. She has pretty serious dementia and has never learned my name, but she recognizes me and says "My good friend!" She beams at me and says "We made it through another year!" Yes, indeed we did. And sometimes the two weeks since I last saw her certainly seems like a year to me, too. We're in a new building these days. It appeared to have an elevator. The Sparrowhawk could not resist trying it out, even though we had not been told we could use it, nor how to make it work. Because OF COURSE HE DID, DARLING . . . . It emitted strange beeping noises and once the door was closed, it could not be opened again. I heard it humming inside. I was kind of worried it might be a disintegration machine, or even a transporter that would whisk him off to an alternate galaxy. But he did turn up later, on the next floor up.
Once I got home, I knew for sure that I had indeed overdone it again. But my large pan of baked Reuben-ish sandwiches was eaten down to a nubbin, so I'm happy. And I didn't use all of the sliced corned beef, so the Sparrowhawk will have some nice sandwiches for a few days.
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Date: 2024-11-11 01:19 pm (UTC)