Nautilus of Bliss
May. 12th, 2018 10:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ismoWe did some more work in the yard today. I pulled up more thistles and weeds, and got my two little raised beds ready for planting. I dumped the potting soil from last year's potted plants on them, and then the Sparrowhawk and I worked together to shovel the finished compost out of one side of the composter and spread it on the beds. Black gold, as they say! We bought this Mantis composter back when we lived in Pennsylvania, and it has lasted up till now. It's getting a bit rusty and beat up at this point, but still works fine. I recommend them if anyone is thinking about getting a really top-notch composter. We found out last year that it was actually illegal in our neighborhood, but we didn't know that. And now they've changed the ordinances so it's allowed. Some progress is occasionally made!
I'm feeling anxious, which I blame on the fact that we're going to visit my mother tomorrow and have lunch with her. My conscious mind wants to go see my mother and enjoys the thought of doing something nice for her. My subconscious mind says "Oh hell no--you go ahead, but I'll be upstairs in bed with the blankie over my head." I had a false alarm this afternoon when I got a call from the Duchess, who is out of town, visiting her son and his family for Mother's Day. She received a message from the caregivers that Mother had fallen again and was found sitting on the floor. We had a mini-panic and wondered if she'd need to go to the hospital again. However, when contacted, the caregivers said they had checked for concussion and saw no signs of any injury, no confusion (well, no more than usual) and no sign of a bump on the head, so they didn't think there was any reason to rush Mother off to the ER. According to Mother, she was seated at her desk when she fell asleep and slipped off the chair. She tried to catch herself on the nearby bed, but missed, and ended up on the ground, but unhurt. I talked to her tonight, and she was her normal self. Which is to say, she tried to put her nightgown on while talking on the phone, got her arms stuck, and when she finally extricated herself, her hearing aids had fallen out, so she couldn't understand a word I said.
This afternoon, I was putting fruit in a bowl, where we'll be encouraged to snack on it occasionally. There was one very sad-looking overripe banana that needed to be disposed of. I mashed it up and found there was almost exactly half a cup. So I googled "half cup of ripe banana" and found a website called bakingmischief.com, where there are lots of small batch recipes. I mixed up the banana and ended up with four lovely banana nut chocolate chip muffins. We each had one, and there are two left for tomorrow morning in case we need to fortify ourselves for the road trip. They are quite delicious--a person who eats baked goods would definitely buy one if they saw it in the coffee shop. People who don't consume gluten and sugar would not, of course. I could have put it in a smoothie, but I didn't think of that until later.
I'm feeling anxious, which I blame on the fact that we're going to visit my mother tomorrow and have lunch with her. My conscious mind wants to go see my mother and enjoys the thought of doing something nice for her. My subconscious mind says "Oh hell no--you go ahead, but I'll be upstairs in bed with the blankie over my head." I had a false alarm this afternoon when I got a call from the Duchess, who is out of town, visiting her son and his family for Mother's Day. She received a message from the caregivers that Mother had fallen again and was found sitting on the floor. We had a mini-panic and wondered if she'd need to go to the hospital again. However, when contacted, the caregivers said they had checked for concussion and saw no signs of any injury, no confusion (well, no more than usual) and no sign of a bump on the head, so they didn't think there was any reason to rush Mother off to the ER. According to Mother, she was seated at her desk when she fell asleep and slipped off the chair. She tried to catch herself on the nearby bed, but missed, and ended up on the ground, but unhurt. I talked to her tonight, and she was her normal self. Which is to say, she tried to put her nightgown on while talking on the phone, got her arms stuck, and when she finally extricated herself, her hearing aids had fallen out, so she couldn't understand a word I said.
This afternoon, I was putting fruit in a bowl, where we'll be encouraged to snack on it occasionally. There was one very sad-looking overripe banana that needed to be disposed of. I mashed it up and found there was almost exactly half a cup. So I googled "half cup of ripe banana" and found a website called bakingmischief.com, where there are lots of small batch recipes. I mixed up the banana and ended up with four lovely banana nut chocolate chip muffins. We each had one, and there are two left for tomorrow morning in case we need to fortify ourselves for the road trip. They are quite delicious--a person who eats baked goods would definitely buy one if they saw it in the coffee shop. People who don't consume gluten and sugar would not, of course. I could have put it in a smoothie, but I didn't think of that until later.
