Point Form: Fragility

• One Halloween blog post that I read awhile ago mentioned how elaborate Halloween costumes had become. That caused me to remember paper costumes. I wore a paper clown costume one year: when I was 7, I think. My paper pants didn't survive long. My mother told me to make the best of it by announcing myself as, "The clown who lost his pants." Paper costumes were definitely of a different era.
  
  
• With Lacey gone and with me eschewing breakfast these days, I have no reason to go downstairs in the morning. Ergo, I tend to forget morning vitamins and pills. I could get Alexa to remind me, but I know that I would tend to put her off and still forget whereas I could only ignore Lacey for so long.
  
  
• I try to prepare a dinner every week or so — one that will supply us with several meals. This one was a chicken casserole that I thought looked good on paper and video. It took some effort, but I managed to assemble it all and put it in the oven. Then I turned on the oven. The wrong oven! The lower oven instead of the upper one. The only thing that I can say about this faux pas is that is that what was required was more of a heating up than a cooking, so we just had to wait an extra half hour after moving the dish to the lower oven. But I was both disappointed and furious with myself over my lapse. I tried so hard and then did something stupid. And it wasn't just my mistake that irritated me, but the whole recipe was a mistake. It just wasn't very good. There is both time and expense involved in cooking a dish like this. I could have kicked myself.
  
  
• That unfortunate dinner does not enthrall me, and nor does my occasional phantosmia generally enthrall me. But while sitting in my chair playing my usual games and such one recent morning, I smelled, or rather I seemed to smell, a most pleasant odour. I asked my beloved if she were wearing a new fragrance. No, she wasn’t. I was not surprised because I had been noticing it when she was not nearby. (Yes spellcheck, phantosmia is word. You say it is so your very own little self here.)
  
  
• I have such a fragile body. Yesterday, I moved two fairly big flowerpots, and by nightfall my back was letting me know all about it. I hadn’t been trying to move mountains eh, just flowerpots, and just two of them, and not too very far. It's a wee bit disconcerting to have such a vulnerable body. It's odd because all of my vital inner organs seem to be in decent shape. Joints and muscle not so much.