Unearthing a life.....

A verbal toast of appreciation for herself The Bookworm!

As my primary caretaker in these weird days of trying to ward off the onslaught of cancer, she has been extra attentive and extra patient and extra thoughtful. From the get-go, she has dogged the doctors for prompter appointment dates. She moved her business back home to be closer at hand. And now she's gone and lined me up with a series of appointments for acupuncture.

I guess that would be payback time for my recommending and hounding her to try acupuncture for her pain problem. She tried it. It surprised her by working. And now she wants to see if it will alleviate the gunkiness I fall back into the third week after a chemo treatment. I would be most happy if it did.

Also In the News: All those bells and whistles (computer buttons) on the new Bosch washer and drier are pretty intimidating to both Bookworm and myself. At first blush, it's like a couple of gigantic robot parents have moved into the house and you have no idea as to their disposition. While Bookworm and her three cousins were having a little time on the deck yesterday afternoon, I studied the multi-language manuals for operation of the W & D. What I came to was that only a genius super-mom with high levels of skill/knowledge re computers, fabrics and stains need be concerned with the bells and whistles of self-programing for individual loads of laundry. For the rest of us, a simple twist of the dial to 'cold', 'warm', or 'hot' and a poke at the 'Start' button will do the trick. From there, the machine takes over and makes all the right decisions about load size, balance, etc.,. We have successfully done two loads of laundry this morning. I did one. Bookworm did one.

Such a far cry from my mother's old wringer washer that would get activated one day a week. It sat on the back porch and was powered by a small gas(?) engine beneath the 'tub'. The water was heated on the stove and carried to the washer in buckets. At the end, the dirty wash water went out a drain hose to the back yard. And it all seemed like a wonderful leap forward from the washboard and hand wringer!