February 20, 2026 It Has Been Seven Days

It Has Been Seven Days 

This is beginning to irritate me.  How can I forget to write my blog at least every other day?  Distractions, that is how.  Just today I had an agenda in my mind for the day.  Part of the agenda involved activities both inside and away from our apartment.  

Sort clothing and begin washer was first on the agenda.  Next was steam mop the hard surface floors.  Our little Robbie 2 had done most of the vacuuming at 7 this morning.  He does not get into the corners as good as I want, so I follow up with a broom and dustpan.  The plan was to follow with a quick shower, dress, and head out for about three errands.  Oh, before anything do about half of the PT exercises for the replaced hip.

Grocery pickup was scheduled for between 11:30 and noon.  The first load of clothing was in the washer.  Corners were cleaned and I was just starting the steam mop.  I managed the main bath and moved to the living area.  Hubby told me he had himself in a mess.  He could not get into his ham radio computer.  His password was not working.  Let me finish the mopping and I'll see what I can do was the gist of my response.

Within a minute he was asking again for my help.  I turned the steamer off, and grumpily said, "Fine your project not mine."  I know, that is not the compassionate way to answer.  We exchanged words that 85 and 79 years old senior citizens married for almost 59 years would say.  His words were nicer than mine.  After about 30 minutes, I told him I could not fix it and needed to finish the mopping.

Mopping finished.  Clothes put in dryer and second load in the washer.  No shower, just a quick PTA cleansing and jumped in clothing.  (Folks in this area would not appreciate a nude grandma running around.)  I was out the door with recycling and trolly to carry in the groceries in tow.  Miraculously, I arrived at the grocery store at 12:15.  

The remaining 2 stops were accomplished without any further issues.  Well, except I did fail to get some of that $2.39 a gallon gasoline that was not on the agenda.  The two tubs of groceries loaded on the trolly and the walk back to the elevator to our 4th floor apartment.  Once in the apartment, I was immediately put on a video call with Hubby's brother.  

Once the conversation about the doggie paw washer we had sent Bro ended, I returned to previously mentioned agenda.  Hubby put the groceries away while I dealt with laundry.  Thank goodness for that wrinkle prevent cycle!  It was then time to once again deal with the wrong password issue.

"Hubby, are you ready to work on retrieving your account?  I thin........"  He broke in and said, "Never mind, I have it fixed."  Good for him figuring it out for himself.  Maybe I need to just ignore him and let him figure stuff out for himself.  After all, I have a lamp that has always leaned a bit to one side.  It needs a spot of solder to hold a part of it in place.  I asked him to fix it about 53 years ago, it is still leaning.  I'll take a note from his playbook.  That means I'll figure out a way to fix it myself.

Have a great weekend.

Janice