Nice to make people happy!
Jim’s Mom is coming to spend some time with us.
My Mother-in-law is 98 years old and we really don’t get to see enough of her, because we are out of the city. She loves Kasia, especially since we asked her blessing to name her that. Her name is Catherine, which in Polish translates to Kasia. She was flattered that we’d have our pretty girl sharing her name, although she goes by the English version, Catherine. The two of them had gotten closer, and I know she enjoys seeing her.
Jim leaves Friday morning to pick up his Mom. We are hoping she enjoys her stay with us.
So when you left this post yesterday, you figured, as did I, that I’d be having Gerber”lettuce” for the rest of the summer. I mean, my mother-in-law is coming for a visit and I would have loved some pretty flowers for her to spruce up the joint.
Granted, the Gerber”lettuce” is green, but there is no pretty blossom there.
I am hoping they make it open in time to spruce up the back deck. Thanks, all, for all your suggestions and comments. I appreciated all of them!
According to a neighbor here, they can’t have a lot of direct sun. There are trees down here, but nothing close to the house. I tried to move the Gerbers so they’d be in partial shade through part of the day. I think that the heat has played havoc with them though, much to my disappointment. I have a few blooms still going.
Anyone who has been put on prednisone knows how precious sleep is. It had been a while since I’ve been put on it and it was quite a, pardon the expression, rude awakening for me.
The first night I managed to get one hour of sleep. That was just great ***not***. The benefit of not sleeping was I went on line and found out what to do.
The good news is the symptoms were pretty much quieted with completion of the first dose. Today is day number three.
Four left to go.
I had a dental appointment this morning.
The joys of old age- I had lost a crown on a molar. To me, if there is anything worse than grey hair, it’s trying to keep your teeth that may not necessarily want to stay with you. The benefit is , thank God, for my retirement insurance plan. The “bite” , pardon the pun, won’t be too bad.
So now I realize why people tended toward softer food as they got older.