Wednesday, October 19, 2005

 

At least this year...

...I'm not writing about it. That should be consolation to some.

Monday, October 17, 2005

 

I've been a bit tardy reporting, here.

    It hasn't been intended but Mom and I have been spending so much of her up time in animated conversation or watching a few new videos I've purchased and I've been spending most of her sleep time doing errands outside of the house that journaling time has simply gotten away from me.
    I haven't been able to get her out but I'm pleased to say that her nap times have been under an hour and she's regularly been going to bed close to or after midnight. This has been surprising me, as we've had a low hovering over the area since late Saturday. She usually spends low days in bed.
    She's having an episode of high (for her) blood pressure. I'm thinking that it may be time to have the doctor switch her lisinopril prescription to 2.5 mg three times per day or 5 mg twice a day. I'll give it a few more days and see how things shake out.
    Sometime this week our new range is due to be delivered. Yesterday afternoon, although the entire compliment of holiday baking magazines hasn't hit the stands, I picked up all I could find. When we weren't watching Sleepless in Seattle Mom pored over the magazines as though her life depended on it. I mentioned to her to turn the corners down on those baking recipes that interested her. I swear, all four magazines are so dog earred they hardly close! Last night I mentioned that we won't be doing actual holiday baking for about a month or so but we'll need to do some dry runs so I can get the hang of using the new oven.
    "We'll need to do lots of dry runs," she said.
    I'm very, very pleased we're planning on baking for the holidays this year. I have a feeling lots of acquaintances and friends will be pleased, too.
    If I had the motivation I'd be reporting more (nothing worrisome) but my journaling motivation seems to be lacking, at the moment.
    Later.

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