Good morning. I’m going to water the flowerbeds in a few minutes, after checking to see if Shannon is lurking invisibly there.
I’m trying to get the food-consuming members of the family to put some ingredients on the shopping list so they can be given meals in the next few days, but they’re all ignoring me. I guess I’ll make bean casseroles if they don’t cough up some expectations before I go to Walmart.
I need to take a tall brother or two along, because there’s a chair I want that I’m too short to get down from the shelf. Kathleen and I waited at least ten minutes after pressing the button labeled “Need help? Press this button!” Then we gave up.
I know so many of the people at Walmart that I don’t press the button. I just go find a familiar face and have them help me.
Logical Consequences is a beautiful concept when it works!
I’ll take my pills and think about what to do next while waiting for the morphine to take effect, and then I’ll be up and at it. But where to start? Maybe the kitchen, today.