It took me fifteen minutes to find the icon for a new blog. Blogger, leave things alone!
Thursday night, I took a pork loin from the freezer and stuck it immediately into the crock pot. I took it out Friday afternoon after going to the dentist again. The pork loin took no effort and I had leftover cabbage from the day before for a huge portion for both of us. Tommy had the last third of the can of English peas. I had a Halo.
There is enough pork loin for Saturday night and two portions in the freezer. This makes me happy to have food cooked and ready to thaw, heat, and eat.
The dentist checked to see if food in the tooth was being covered over as I healed. I went to him because as soon as he pulled the tooth, well, the next day, I ceased to have the problems with balance and walking. But, as soon as the antibiotic ran out, the problems started again.
There has been no resolution as to why I now have trouble walking again.
Wednesday, I received in the mail a notice from my dental insurance company that I needed to make two payments in order to pay for dental coverage from Nov 1 to February 1, or something like that.
So, Friday cost nothing at the oral surgeon and I am getting the extraction paid for, also. It appears that my insistence they stop with the auto pay, they thought I wanted to pay over the phone or write a check. So, I do have dental insurance and it is paying off.
I needed a new car battery, so Tommy took me to get one and the guy next door took out the old battery, I took it in, and bought a new battery and the guy put it in. I hate batteries.
I took another bag of goodies to the woman who was the recipient of the Pink Purse charity. She was thrilled and wants us to talk because she is lonely and sits alone when not working. She shared with me that she is going to take her cousin's ashes and bury them with the woman's mother. She is just going to take a shovel and pour them in a hole on the grave. She said it is in the country and no one will care.
The pretty Publix bag was filled with canned food, a new, matching hat/scarf/gloves, two tie-dye washable masks, and other stuff. We took it to the place where she works in fast food. When we left, she practically ran in to show what she had received.
In the sixties, women wore Christmas corsages on their coats. I had one, and I still have one of the pink balls that was on it. This pink ball with pink glitter is always on my Christmas tree.
Do you remember Christmas corsages? Did you have one? Did your mother or grandmother have a Christmas corsage?
