Iris and Saving Shoes

Written last Tuesday

One iris has bloomed, one of the pale lavender ones, and a pink one is ready to burst open. I love iris. We had them in places we lived as a child. Mama loved flowers. We had dozens in our first house. But, when we sold it and moved away, we lived in rental houses for a few years and she never planted any at those houses. Still, there were always a few.

Today, Tuesday, I was rummaging through an old change purse, looking to see what was in it. I found an old KFC coupon for $10 worth of food. This is one I paid $6 to purchase back in January. Usually, these are used for lunch or dinner when exbf is visiting. But, now I use them for when I am sick or exhausted. I was neither today; I just wanted KFC once I found it. While $6 is an expensive lunch for one, it would have been thrifty for two people.

Thursday

Four more iris in bloom.

Exbf came today. I got more sleep than I usually do before he comes. We drove around the lake, looking at the flowers blooming and through a neighborhood that always has lovely azaleas. I hate it when people prune azaleas into balls or square forms!

Lunch was chicken spicy chicken strips on a hotdog bun with leaf lettuce and tomatoes, mustard for him, Miracle Whip for me. He had pineapple.  This was such an easy meal.  

I felt so awful as the day went on that I did not cook what I intended to cook. So, for dinner I put four patties made from ground sirloin, 90% lean/10% fat with onion soup mix over them and onion and potatoes in the same pan, cooking them in the oven. It was delicious, but I suffered greatly from having had beef. Next time, I need to put a little water in the pan. We had Jello/fruit cocktail/apple. Fresh corn on the cob never made it to the stove. The carrots for the carrot raisin salad never made it out of the refrigerator.

His left shoe has holes in the sole. These shoes are practically new, so they needed to be saved. He has trouble walking and never gets his left foot off the ground, just drags it along as he uses two canes or a walker. They will be good to go on Saturday night.  So, we are saving him a bit of money by mending shoes.

I put the Shoe Goo on the sole with a plastic spoon and sort of glued down the flaps that were ripped loose on the sole. At first the little flaps kept popping up. I just used the plastic spoon to keep pushing them down dozens of time. This seemed futile, but then they stayed down. After working with the Shoe Goo for about ten minutes, all of a sudden, the flaps stayed flat and I could no longer smear it around.

Taking a chance, I touched it with a finger. HARD!  Then, I put my hand on it and showed him. I was going to put his shoes in a plastic bag for him to carry home and was glad to know he would not arrive home with the plastic bag stuck to the shoe. I suppose I will need to do this often to save these shoes. He has had them less than six months. His feet, diabetic feet, were getting wet. !!! I know, I know. He will not listen.

I was rushing all day long it seemed in order to get him home for a conference call. When he arrived at home, there was a message that the call was cancelled. ugh!

It was 80 degrees and sunshine and blue skies on Thursday.

Friday
I patched a hole in shoe soles I wear outside when it is rainy or muddy. Holes don't work with shoes.  I did little else today because I was still exhausted from Thursday. Today it was 79 F. Tomorrow is supposed to be a stormy day, possibly with tornadoes.