Takeaway

At the last minute last night, we packed up dinner and left it on the porch for Sha and the kids. We had been planning our usual family dinner here, the main course being chicken baked in a hoisin-hickory sauce, and served with rice.

Not long before they were to arrived, Sha informed us that she had been exposed to COVID at work. Although she may very well not have caught it, we all thought it better to be safe than sorry. So, we made their part a takeaway. Sha was out and about already, so she picked it up from our front porch.

Oops, takeaway is showing my predilection for British expressions. We have normally used takeout hereabouts, but I am getting so immersed in Britishisms that they are almost becoming second nature.

Speaking of things British, we are currently watching season 12 of Vera. We've seen it before, but only once and a year ago, so it is pretty well new to us. I have recalled fragments, but after wtching two episodes, it seems completely new to Sue. We are like cats who can't seem to remember that they refused to go outside 3 minutes ago because it was raining. 

Back to COVID, Sha will test regularly, but she didn't want to take a chance of exposing us, especially since we still haven't had the newest booster.

And that is something that we must rectify soon, for we are almost due. We've had the flu vax though.

It's Relative

When Sue came into the den at 7:30 to brew her morning coffee, she asked how I had slept.

My reply: "Alright."

Later, when she learned that I had been up since 4:30, she wondered how I could say that my sleep was okay.

Well, it's all relative, isn't it?

Getting 5+ hours is pretty okay compared to 4- hours. The extra hour, and hopefully a bit more, really does make a difference. 

I think having a cat on your head would help you to understand this.

Then on a subsequent morning, Sue and I, from our separate rooms, both arose at 6. Sue was not best pleased about awaking at such an early-for-her hour. I, on the other hand, was chuffed to be able to sleep-in so long.

Mostly Tamaracks . . . Again

The sun was out on warmish and calm November day, so Johnny and Susie set out for a stroll at Riverside Park, which is not the location of my recent tamarack photos.

Reflections were clear on the calm water, and our phones came out to capture the sights. I have photographed the stand of birches across the river more than once, including in winter, but I don't always capture nice reflections. I deliberately included the branches of a nearby tree to help frame the scene and give it depth.

Then, I noticed the tamaracks in the distance. I guess we don't walk this way very often at this time of year, for I don't recall noticing them before.

Eventually, we came upon them before we turned back.

calm, bright days like this in November are a gift.

Caturday 56: Lacey Supervises and Trains Us

Sue is extra keen on people smiling biggly in photos. Me? Not so much, at least when I am the subject. But she said something funny and made me laugh naturally.

Meanwhile, Lacey seemed to be on Sue's side by making sure that I was cooperative on this occasion. 

We set the above scene for one of Sue's photo prompts. In sickness and in health, she hasn't missed her daily posting all year.

As for Lacey, she has also been retraining me to cater to her hobbitish proclivity, for more often than not, she now requires a second breakfast. This makes it four meals per day in addition to providing her with occasional treats and keeping the kibble dish topped up.

I hasten to add that this does not increase her actual food intake, for I now divide one of those small cans into four portions instead of three.

The extra breakfast is my fault really, but from the moment I awake, which is often the middle of the night, she hangs around hoping for breakfast. She keeps her eye on me for hours before what I consider to be proper breakfast time, so I tend relent and take her down to the kitchen. But if I do feed her early, she feels that she deserves an additional helping in another hour or two

Consequently, I abide by her wishes and feed her that extra dish, but unbeknownst to her, the daily allotment remains the same.

It's one can per day, Lacey. Ces't tout. Point finale.

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I wrote that ↑ more than a week ago, but I waited until a Caturday to post it. Now I have a breakfast addition from Thursday morning.

As is her usual custom, Lacey waited by the computer chair for kibble as soon as I awoke at 4:30. Yes, she wants this feeding directly from me even though her bowl is just across the hall.

Two hours later, she was on her pedestal, training her gimlet eye upon me, hoping that I would seen take her downstairs for breakfast. I demurred because I like to keep breakfast for both of until close to 9 o'clock.

An hour-and-a-half later, she had been sitting by a chair for a long time. I relented, and down we went together, both of us hobbling in our arthritic ways.

Mom and Cats at Christmastime

When Shauna got home from work on Wednesday, she was delighted to see that Danica and her beau had set up the Christmas tree. It is one task that Sha can checkoff her list in the busy Christmas season. The tree is pre-lit, and we will be invited to help to hang the ornaments in due course. Gathering the family to trim the tree is our long-standing Christmas tradition. 

Sabine was quick to claim a spot on the tree skirt that my mother made many years past. Mom has been gone for 20 years, but she still has a spot under the Christmas tree, which I think is a wonderful touch.

Trees and cats  remind me once again of the year that Shauna was born in the Christmas season of 1972.  They didn't rush to send mothers and babies home in those days, and of course, moi, the proud new papa, would frequently go to visit them.  I swear, and I am not exaggerating, that every time that I got home, the cats had been busy, and I had to set up the tree again. In later years, we would tie the tree to hooks to prevent a reoccurrence.

JJ Delivers the Goods

I prefer to do my own grocery shopping, but JJ's first job has him delivering ordered groceries to cars. People order online via an app, and someone delivers the groceries to the car. This practice really took off  in the days of  C19 when many of us lived in a kind of an isolation. I used pickup a lot then but seldom now. However, I JJ seemed keen to deliver an order to us, and of course it pleased me too, so I put an order in.. 

Keeping posting light and just newsy for now, I will report that physio, yesterday, consisted of acupuncture. I was surprised when the therapist asked if I would like to try it. Well, why not, eh. It was a first for me, and since my pain and discomfort are variable, I cannot yet say if it helped or how much.

Lights and Shoulder

Here's a quick and easy picture post for today.

The neighbours' Christmas display from my den with a phone. I hope to get a proper photo at another time, maybe with snow on the ground.

They've had it up for a week already. It seems early for many southerners, but it gets cold quickly as November rolls on, so if we have a nice day, many just want to get to it. Besides, our Thanksgiving is well past, so Christmas is the only event on the horizon.

Their next door neighbour is a little behind, but they were out stringing lights yesterday. It's quite a job. The tree has grown in the almost 20 years since I first saw it lit. I will probably take a photo of the result at some point. I usually do.

So, that's it for now, except to say that I sometimes feel a little restrained sleeping in my chair. I had a tough time getting to sleep last night and was very uncomfortable, so, after awhile, I chanced actually going to bed. It worked for a couple of hours, but I got my shoulder into a tough position and it got pretty sore, and couldn't get comfortable again. I reverted back to the chair and managed to get a few hours of sleep but only a few. I'll be off to physio soon and am hoping that we make some progress.