Spilled Milk

 This is post is interrupting a very fruitful Monday. I feel well, too, rested. Of course, I can do little and be exhausted. 

Saturday night, I was exhausted from the trip to Cullman and I could not nap, just lay there. For dinner for Tommy, I cooked the three bell peppers and a huge onion.  I put about 10 meatballs in a little casserole, 7x7", put almost all the peppers and onions on top and topped that with more than half a jar of Bertolli Three Cheese Sauce. He really liked it. I ate about a half cup of the sauce and could barely finish it. I was exhausted. 

It was good to have a dishwasher. But, I did not stack them right and some would not go into that load. So, now it is time to do it again as soon as I unload it, a real problem. Still, it is better than standing to wash. That needs to be done today. ugh

Groceries today: 

organic Rosemary 

grapes

bananas

pasta salad with lots of spinach!

5 ears yellow corn 5/$2

$23.00

I went for bananas. I bought two pounds of white grapes. I did not realize I bought organic grapes for $4.99/lb. Plus, before I discovered that, I found out that the other grapes had been pruned so that I only got tiny bunches out with 4 grapes per stem, and some are going off. 

We ate in the park again--chicken, pasta salad, grapes. 

The rosemary was cheaper than one at Lowe's and it is very small. I did not need the tree I bought last year. This one will grow.

Monday, I tried three times to take a nap. I just could not and was not resting, either. I had two hours sleep on Friday night and a bit more on Sunday night. I heard a noise like a bomb went off, heard Tommy screaming a string of expletives I have never heard from him before. I ran to the kitchen to find him standing over a burst gallon of milk. He had put a gallon of milk in his freezer and then it fell out as he went back to put soft drinks in there.  I said to put towels in it. I came back and he was fluttering down paper towels. I meant to use the dishtowels. 

The milk was running under the refrigerator and he was saying he would get it up. But, he was tending to the part three feet in front of the refrigerator. I tried rescuing my scales and he slopped milk all inside it. I just know it is going to ruin it. He swore no milk got inside, so I turned it on the side as it ran out. He grabbed it and said he would clean it off. His little swipes here and there were flinging milk all over. I just took the scales and cleaned them. 

He used two rolls of paper towels when two bath towels or lots of dishtowels would have done a faster and better job. It must have been ten minutes before he ever attended to milk at the front of the refrigerator, I left him to clean between the counter and refrigerator because he would not listen to me. So, I sat. In the case of all the milk, I certainly did not care he used two rolls of paper towels. 

Before I left, I got out this little cheap, Swiffer-looking thing and soaked up milk. I left it with him and a little tub with and inch of water on his walker and showed him how to use it, telling him to pour the water in the sink and get more. Well, he came into the living slopping milky water all over the carpet, swearing he spilled nothing from the almost full tub, not an inch like I told him. sigh

The floor dried slippery. I told him any milk would dry so slick we could fall down, so get it all up. But, the milk was dry and slippery. Sooo, I cleaned the sponge on the Swiffer-like mop, put  a little Dawn on it and mopped the floor over and over, rinsing often. The mop head is detached and drying on the ramp right now. I washed the tub. This morning, without me saying  a word, he said he was going to put all the towels in the washing machine. I washed the container holding the milky items, since I did throw a couple of towels down to try to stanch the flow of milk going under the refrigerator. 

I suppose he thought I would be angry. No, but he was angry. It all got finished at last! We were both exhausted! 

We have been enjoying the strawberries from the market. I may make the strawberry poke cake I have been talking about forever. I have to find room in the refrigerator for it before I start it. 

Did you know that milk dries slippery on the floor? I have never spilled a gallon of milk. Have you?

EURO and Stuff, Mess I Made!

Tommy went out to get my wet clothes from the washer when I was feeling so dizzy this last week. I was afraid that in the dark I would topple off the edge of the carport. The wet clothes are too heavy for me to carry, anyway. 

He came in with a  copper looking coin that was in the washer, obviously from my pocket. It is a 50 Euro cent from the Netherlands. I must have gotten it in change and put it in my pocket without examining it. "Beatrix Koningin der Nederlanden" I think there is a date, but I need a magnifying glass. I can read the date on our coins.  I have never had a Euro. Centavos are what i usually receive in change. 

I have so much to do today. But, I awoke about 10:30 and have been sitting or lying and watching tv. Since i have so much to do, i hate this. But, i have resisted the urge to get busy with things--throw out the nasty remains, mostly liquid, of the broccoli soup, put color on my hair, wash a few bowls so i can make make strawberry shortcake. Maybe I ought to cook some chicken, too.

The pink plastic bag with coupons in it arrived and Tommy went out in the rain to get it for me. It had three newspaper inserts. I cannot believe i bought a newspaper in order to get these. There was a $4 coupon I will use plus others for $1.

Yesterday, I was going to buy generic Mucinex. I accidentally bought the Mucinex brand for over $20. I wasted money. I could kick myself!

My allergist person tried to kick me over to a nurse practitioner. Not having that. She said the NP could go down the hall and ask him anything she or i needed to know. There would be followup questions. So, that will not work. I first called three months ago. Today, i called and asked nicely for him to see me. I have to wait until the end of April, but it is worth it.

I am wearing my fingers to the bone typing...lol.  I want to go someplace tomorrow if the rain is less, but we will see.

While trying to pour the liquid from the crockpot of broccoli soup, I managed to dump it where it ran in the floor but atop my feet and sandals first. I don't energy for this. And, it is getting on my last nerve.  This is being posted early because I cannot stand the problem in the floor.

Has a doctor ever seen you for years and then when business picks up he or she wants you to see a NP?