This week has been a little of this and a little of that. Oldest Son came over for supper this evening. His friend is out of town visiting her Dad and Son had to work so he didn't go with her. I had a big butternut squash from the Farmer's Market to bake and I had some chicken to go with it and Son said he would be happy to share. It was nice to cook for more than just me.
Youngest Son took me to a medical appointment this morning. It was with the "wound care" guy who had taken care of me nearly two years ago when I was in the hospital with that bad outbreak of cellulitis. Apparently I have been doing everything right this time for my legs are both nearly healed. The best part was when he told me to lose those awful compression socks. I hated them because I couldn't get them on by myself. And the tops wouldn't stay in place, but would roll down a bit and would cut into my legs just below my knees and that was painful. He said they were acting like a tourniquet and that is not a good thing. I still have to wear some elasticized coverings, but they are soft and comfortable. I can live with that.
Oldest Son and his friend are making frequent trips to our local Sam's Club. Each time I give them a short list, throw some cash at them and they bring home what I need. I am slowly but surely filling in the gaps in my food storage with the items I can't make myself - flour, sugar, baking powder, cases of cream of mushroom and cream of chicken soup, etc. Trouble is, I had no room to store it all. So Son got me another shelving unit. The two I have are both full of home canned food. The new one is the same size as the others - 72 inches high and 48 inches wide. He is coming over tomorrow to help me set it up. Which is a good thing because the stuff from the last Sam's haul is still on my kitchen table for want of a place to store it!
It rained here most of the night last night but today was sunny and pleasantly warm. The fall leaves are turning colors faster now, especially the maples that are now nearly all a brilliant orange. We haven't had a frost as yet, but I'm sure that's not too far off. I opened windows in my apartment today to let in some of that beautifully clean fall air. This is the kind of day that will be remembered in February when the ground is covered with a white blanket and the wind is howling down the street and around the corner.
My days are not very exciting. There is no drama. There is no stress. They just move along peacefully. I am aware of the fact that the world is in a turmoil and we as Americans are in trouble. I check the alternate news sources and see how much mud the presidential candidates have thrown at one another each day or how many ginned up protest marches have taken place. I read about the latest politically correct fad to hit the college campuses and about the spreading disrespect for our flag and anthem among some of the athletes, both in the professional ranks as well as in some schools. And I know there is precious little I can do about any of it, aside from an occasional rant.
Even with all the garbage going on, there are still good people around us. I read their blogs. I watch their videos. I converse with them through the comments here or by email. And I talk to them on the rare occasion I am out and about. I have family who fall into that category of good people, and for that I am truly thankful. It is those good people who give me a glimmer of hope for our future. I just can't give up. I am old enough to remember what life used to be like and I need to hope that by some miracle it will be that way again.