“I’m giving up chocolate for Lent…until it’s time for dessert, then I’ll reconsider.”
The morning has been hectic, my sort of hectic. I couldn’t find the paper. I wandered around and found it. Next, I couldn’t find my keys. I looked through the car windows, nope. I checked under the hat tree, nope so I got my extra key and grabbed a bag of laundry to put in the car. Aha!! There they were. The keys were on the ground by the car. The take away from this was I remembered where my extra key was.
Yesterday I went wild. I washed and waxed my kitchen floor. It was a chore I had been avoiding. It took a while, a long while, but it was worth it.
The morning is warm, 50°. It is another lovely day. I’m going to do those errands I didn’t do yesterday, and I’ve added a couple. It is a wonderful day to be out and about.
This morning I thought my right leg was paralytic. I tried but couldn’t raise it. I couldn’t even sit up but then I noticed. Nala was lying across my leg, all 65+ pounds of her, and Henry’s head was on my feet. It took a while to wake them up and disengage them.
When I was a kid, on Ash Wednesdays, we all went two by two from the school to the church, a short walk, to get ashes. We were told by the nuns we had to give up something for Lent as a sacrifice. I wanted to give up something I wouldn’t miss, but that sort of defeated the whole purpose. Some actually gave up candy. That seemed far too broad. Chocolate was the big one. That was painful, and it was a long way until Easter and an Easter basket filled with chocolate bunnies. I admit I did cheat.
I lived in the project for close to 12 years. We always called it the project despite the connotations. All the houses were duplexes. Some had two bedrooms while others had three. We lived first in a two bedroom then moved to a three. The project was filled with kids. Most of them were younger than I, but I had a couple of friends my age. One even lived in the first duplex where we had lived. The stairs in that house had a landing breaking the stairs into two parts. I loved that landing. I used to read with a pillow behind my back and I’d color there. Our stairs just went straight down.
I bought some yeast. I am not a bread baker, but I thought I’d give it a try. It is my challenge for this week.
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March 11, 2025 at 4:24 pm
Hi Kat,
Today is another gorgeous day. The sun is shining brightly and the high temperature should hit about 80°.
Saturday morning I climbed out of bed and thought that my left leg felt very weird. It didn’t hurt but it felt unusual and it was difficult to stand up on that left leg.
I felt and looked like I was walking like a 100 year old man. I considered running out and buying a cane. If I walked some around the inside of the house, then my leg felt a little better, but it was not normal by any stretch of my imagination. This went on both Saturday and Sunday and I was worried that my knee or something would give out. I had panicked visions of not being able to walk upstairs to the bedroom or the bathroom with the shower. Sunday night, my wife felt around my lower back and she discovered a muscle above my left hip that was very knotted. She proceeded to rub it out and, Instant relief. If I sit for too long, then my left leg goes to sleep and it starts to feel numb and weak again.
My better half says that I’m too sedentary, and she’s right. I hate exercise. Today, I’m working from home which was a bigger treat when I lived 25 miles from the office. Now that I only live three miles, it’s not as much fun.
If I were Catholic, I don’t know what I would give up for Lent. Certainly not chocolate.