Pine Sikins (a NA finch) at the kitchen feeder
Junco at the repaired feeder just outside the
kitchen window
We have snow on the ground, but today the sun is shining and
it feels quite balmy outside. I have laundry on the line. But,
winter is certainly upon us and we are glad for the moisture!
Last Saturday the Mosburgs came for dinner. They are
such an interesting couple that being with them is always
fun and informative.
Both Robert and I had dentist appointments this week. That's
always fun. Robert has a scheduled extraction sometime this
coming week. I had mine cleaned which meant, this time, an
hour and a half while she used a device which sounds just
like a drill to clean the tartar from my gums, yuk. I was
exhausted by the time she finished. I never have cavities,
but make up for it with gum disease.
Salina Literary and Roasted Sweet
Potato Society. We discussed "The
History of Love" by Nicole Krauss.
It is a very convoluted book which
took a bit of concentration to figure
out what was going on. But, the book
was beautifully written and "emotionally
wrenching and intellectually rigorous"
according to 'New York. I happily
recommend it.
Thursday I had a hair appointment so Robert filled the Prius
with recycle stuff and took it to recycle while I was having
my hair done. The timing was perfect. He returned just as
I was finishing. We then went to McGucken's which is always
a fun place to wonder through.
In between all of this I have been organizing my photographs
and writing Christmas cards. The last few years we have
not been very vigorous about this and gradually we have
lost track of some of our friends. This year I am determined
to check on everybody.
Robert fixed my kitchen bird feeder. The one with the copper
roof and copper tray and I have hung it up, finally. Also
two others. It took the birds a few days to discover they
were back, but now the yard is full of birds again. It
makes it such a happy-sounding place. It helps, also,
as I hike into nowhere on my treadmill.
Jack Wenrich, my friend in Rochester whom I've known since I
was 12 and he, 18 has been moved to a nursing home. Jeanne,
his wife died last year and I had known her since I was 5.
She was about as close as one could be. She and Jack moved
into a retirement home because of Jack's health. We all thought
Jeanne, like her mother and grandmother would live to be 100.
It was not to be. She died quite suddenly at 84, leaving a very
lonely Jack. His health continues to decline and now he has been
moved into a nursing home. I talked with him this morning and
he sounded pretty upbeat, all things considered. At least his sense
of humor is still very much in tact!
