The day started out nice and sunny....and warm. Early on, the Beast got dressed (except for his shoes, the idiot!) and took out the garbage then wheeled the big garbage bin out to the end of the drive since garbage collection is on Wednesday. He came into my computer room (taking a real chance since I had only started drinking my FIRST cup of coffee), and said *Can you please give me a hand?*. He then walked into the living room and I, being curious, followed him.
At first, I thought he wanted me to help him put on his socks and shoes. I didn't know he had already been out in his bare feet. But I saw that he was chalky white and sweating. When I asked him where his socks and shoes were, he told me what he had done and said that was not the reason he wanted me. I asked him how he was feeling and he told me he felt AWFUL and, at first, was afraid he was having a heart attack. But it wasn't due to any real symptoms. He just felt incredibly dizzy and was afraid he wouldn't make it back into the house. He also said he felt like he needed something to eat but my suggestions didn't appeal to him. When I asked him if he wanted a bagel and cream cheese, he agreed that sounded good to him.
I felt his head and his carotid (checking to see if his heart rate was rapid) but it wasn't. He WAS afraid, however. I told him to just relax and I would make the bagel for him. When that was done, I grabbed the open cream cheese package, a knife, buttered his bagel, put it on a small plate and brought it to him. I knew that was the way he liked his bagel but couldn't bring myself to pile on the cream cheese as heavy as he likes it. Besides, it gave him a focus and he was much calmer. Nothing is worse than a man when he's afraid.
I made sure he had everything he needed and checked to see if he had taken his meds for the day. Of course, he hadn't but I didn't push it because his answer to me was, *No, not yet. I don't take them until after dinner*. When I suggested that I should call the doctor and see if I could get him in today (I knew he would resist going to the emergency room as long as he was conscious) but he told me *not yet. Let's wait until we see if I feel this bad later.*
I knew he wasn't afraid ENOUGH to feel he needed medical attention so I just kept checking on him for the next couple of hours. Later on, when I was checking on what he felt like having for dinner (I made several suggestions), he decided that he wanted some breakfast sausages and some mac and cheese. I fried up the sausages (they actually kind of boil themselves in the pan with all the water that's in the meat) and made the mac and cheese. I had been talking online with Mustachio so I bopped in and out of my computer room until he got involved again with his online game. Why is it that men love those interactive games that are available online??
When I came out to check on the sausages, I found out the Beast had succumbed to the smell and made himself a sandwich already. I finished making the mac and cheese and brought him a dish of it along with another sandwich. Let me explain about the sandwiches. It's actually two links on one piece of bread that is folded in half. That's just the perfect size to hold two sausages. It's not like a regular sandwich so I wasn't pushing a lot of food on him. But he ate everything so I knew he was feeling a bit better by then. He went in and got online to check out the news and also his email and his FB page. I kept checking on him until he got off the computer and came out to sit in his recliner to watch TV. He's been watching a lot of old movies lately. By then, I was really tired myself so I went in to watch MY TV in my computer room (and on MY recliner in there) and I must have fallen asleep within five minutes....LOL.
I was awakened by the sound of a little saying, *Knock, knock!* It was Chewlee. I heard the Princess' voice talking to the Beast and the sound of Gunner's shoes on the floor saying, *Mommy, mommy!* After giving Chewlee a hug, I came out to scold (not meaning it!) the Princess about being so mean to Gunner when he kept saying her name. She was just picking him up at the time so she grinned and said that the Beast had scared him was all it was. Chewlee had opened up her (late) birthday card from my BFF, Carol and showed me the check she had gotten. I told her to give it to Mommy so she could cash it for her, which she did and then she showed her the card, too.
The Princess was talking about this and that, with a few things about the *joys* of packing up her household. Chewlee told me that her job was to pack up the closet in the bathroom and said she didn't know how she would fit the vacuum cleaner in the box her mother gave her. I told her I was sure that she wouldn't have to include that in the box, just the jars and bottles of things on the shelves, as well as any towels. She swore it wouldn't be big enough but I told her to just pack it carefully and, if it all wouldn't fit, to show it to her mother so she would give her another box then.
Chewlee got her ears pierced today. It was actually a part of her birthday gift from her mother but, since you aren't supposed to go into a pool (mostly a public pool) for two weeks after getting your ears pierced, the Princess waited to have them done until the *end* of summer when they wouldn't be using a pool much by then. Since school starts in two days (Thursday), it seems a fair bet that they wouldn't be doing any camping for a while. Probably not until Labor day and that gives the ears time to heal. I know that Chewlee has wanted her ears pierced for a couple years but her mother always told her not until she was 8. I think the Princess hoped she would change her mind but she hadn't. Her mother has pierced ears (I remember how she begged us to have her ears pierced back when she was young) so I know that Chewlee wants to be *like her mother* as well as many of the other girls in her class that had them already.
Her earrings are cute. They're tiny butterflies that are iridescent. They matched the necklace she got at the same time (and she had on...the kid loves necklaces). We used to make play necklaces when she was younger from some beads I had kept for that purpose. Those had come from my BFF from a bunch she had at her house but no longer made any jewelry. She sent them to me and I passed them on to my daughter-in-law, who makes jewelry that is sold on consignment at a couple of local stores in her area. I've seen some of the jewelry she makes and it's lovely. When Carol had mentioned not wanting to throw away her supplies she had, I told her about Raven. So Carol sent them to me and that's how they got passed on to Raven. It was also where I got the ones that Chewlee used for her play necklaces. I still have one of them that she made for me. The others she either wore herself or used for her dolls. I think she also gave one to her mother.
I talked to Mustachio tonight and he said that Sheepie is adjusting well. She made herself a little retreat in the Master bedroom that he gave to her since he felt she would need her privacy. He also told me that she has been making dinner so he can eat once he gets home and he kind of likes that. I think he misses his daily steak intake though....LOL. I told him about my new clothes and told him to pass on the message to Sheepie that I had finally trashed my jean jammies. They were actually two sizes too big for me and they used to give Sheepie the giggles when I wore them. They had seen their best days, however, and had a couple small holes in them from wear. They had an adjustable waistband so I wore them a lot for a long time. *Goodbye, pajama jeans! You were great when I got you and I will miss you!*
I bragged to Mustachio about the Princess' culinary skills that she has developed. She really HAS become an amazing cook. She is always trying out new recipes and they turn out really tasty. My niece, Lucia, taught her how to make homemade tortillas the other day and I told her that now SHE had to teach ME. LOL! I love homemade flour tortillas. One of my boyfriends when I was young was Irish and Mexican and his Irish mother learned how to make them from her mother-in-law. A couple times when I ate at his house, she made them and I just loved them. My girlfriend, Pepper, was Mexican and her dad was from Argentina. Her mother, Josephine, made some of the best food and I loved her homemade tamales.
My kids learned to love what Mexicans call *sweet tamales* (made with a plum filling). My Mexican housekeeper, a neighbor who cleaned once a week for me when we lived in California, would make them for us around Christmas time every year. That was back when I was working and taking college courses and she had come over to my house to ask me for work. I was more than happy since she was amazing. She even started (unasked) to do my washing for me since she could clean my house in just a little over an hour and a half and I was paying her for four hours. Hell, it took ME four hours but she could clean like a whiz in that short a time. She made me dizzy on those days when I was off work and at home when she came over.
I would be studying on those days but never saw anyone so damn organized. Turns out she had been cleaning people's homes for years to earn money plus she had four kids herself. She loved being able to walk just four or five houses down the block to one of her jobs. She didn't have to wait for her husband or a friend to pick her up. How she could live without driving, I never did understand. She loved to be home when her kids got out of school though.
Well, time to close this missive. Love you all and I hope you are surviving the heat. It got overcast here this afternoon so we never DID get as hot as was predicted for us. I think the hottest was only 86 and it was supposed to be close to the triple-digit mark. We didn't get any rain but the cloud cover was enough so that the air conditioning the Beast had on wasn't blowing constantly.
Be happy. Stay cool and dry. Drive carefully and I hope you have a great Hump Day! ***Hugs***
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