Two dogs are looking up at my mug of canned chili with extra added tinned tomatoes, microwaved to perfection, their salivary glands on overtime, trying to convince that they really do need just a morsel of meat from the mug. "Just a minute" means nothing to either of them. There. They each had a bite and now are off to their other person for an additional sniff in a different room where more unpacked boxes abound. All of us were up at 4 AM, and morning nap time now looms. As do the unopened boxes.
The move of households has been accomplished. Yesterday was the final hurrah as the last of the plants were loaded up, the patio hosed off, and garage hoovered out. A few cob webs are likely still lurking in the corners where the cars spent their evenings over the past nineteen and a half years, but the new owner will be too busy moving himself in to notice such a minor detail. I hope.
September was hard on the husband: I vacationed and dined on luxury cruise cuisine while he ate from cans and used up frozen foods. He made note of that fact more than a few times as he made up lists of tasks that had to get done involved around changing addresses. He packed up and labeled boxes with tons of accumulated house hold items. And he discarded many items, he tells me. Changes are hard for him, and this move about used him up. He is resting now and well deserves a month or so off from Honey Do's.
Julie fared well over the past month. Last week, Activity Director Linda at the manor took her (and Louise) up in the van and over the mountain to see the changing of colors in tree leaves, especially the aspen, in the high country east of Grand Junction. She had no health crisis this autumn! Playing Phase 10 continues to be her activity of choice, as well as dinking around with Word Chums, and throwing in Bingo on the weekends. Gene finished reading to her the 11th book in the liturgical mystery series book on those September afternoons while I was vacationing. Eye surgery for Julie is scheduled with the ophthalmologist for October 12 to pull in eye muscles, helping to correct the crossing of both eyes (strabismus). She is actually looking forward to that surgery as she knows it will improve her appearance.
My health is holding, and the PET scan from last week proved Ibrance is doing its job since the metastasis in ribs has not increased. On the breast cancer web forum, reports are coming in that Ibrance has helped other women keep mets at bay for up to 18 months, on average. However, MRI's are scheduled next week for suspected growth in cancer activity in the femur. We will deal with that when the time comes.
In the meantime, have a lovely first week of October. What do you have planned for this new month?