Life is Good

 

Life seems to be getting fuzzier somehow, and all the humor about doctor appointments for old people is coming home to roost, nomesane? 

Forty years ago I came over from Apalachicola and drove my parents up to Dothan for cataract surgery, that was the start of my real awareness of it. Now, between us, we have one or two or three doctor appointments every week, we have to take the calendar everywhere because for sure another one will be scheduled before we get home and we need to avoid conflicting appointment Times. 

This morning after hitting two grocery stores, Bill's and Publix, we arrived way early for a dermatologist appointment and were taken in half an hour early: clean the surgery sites, dab salve on, new bandages and come back in two weeks to have stitches removed at both sites, nose and behind the ear. Meantime, ear vacuuming, eyelid surgery, and leg veins. 

Are you sure you want to live into your own nonagenarianism?! It's sort of fence-walking: On one side all these medical visits, On the other side, as I've said before, it's a Time of life when you no longer buy green bananas. As best I can, I'm making it a Time when every week includes oysters on the half-shell one day, and sushi with a beer another day. 

Raw oysters are best enjoyed plain, no cracker, no sauce, no lemon, No Nothing between the oyster and my tongue, and two fingers of Laphroiag, but when eating out I only have water to drink. I mean, $3.50 for a glass of iced tea?  

Today else: grocery stories for ice cream, bread, mayonnaise, the turkey for Thanksgiving; and for tomorrow, ground beef to try a new recipe and maybe adopt it as Nana's New Usual Meatloaf. The old recipe, known all those years as Mom's Usual was perfect, but the recipe is lost. Meatloaf is a favorite here, and Joe texted us a new recipe to try.

Oh, then after Kristen's schoolday we're going to Pruitt, then out to eat somewhere I can have oysters without getting caught out far from home after dark. Depending on the Time, that means either Hunt's or Captain's Table; we'll have to make it to Gene's in Time to get home from Millville before the sun goes down, which means another day.

Apparently my main focus today is food: the pic is my breakfast this morning: three saltine squares, each smeared with cream cheese and topped with the last of that jar of black fish eggs cured in salt. Along with a mug of hot & black. 

shehecheyanu: for Life, blessed art thou, Lord our God, King of the universe.

T90