June 10, 2006 (3:46pm)
No classes attended, not many things to note in Gary’s usual routine today. I did wake up with a curious dream: it was time to go home from here, and I was out shopping getting some discharge supplies for Gary. For some reason, I was in a gardening store doing this. I woke up before I could discover just exactly what it was I was getting there (I thought of some possibilities, but I think I’ll spare you and let you use your imaginations ;-)). When I told the dream to Gary, he said, smiling, “You really want me to learn how to mow the lawn while I’m here, don’t you?” (No, I could care less.)
I almost got in a zucchini fight today. At the Fresh Market there was only enough zucchini for about a day and a half’s meals (I go through about two and half pounds of zukes per day). Just as I was shoveling the last of it into a plastic bag, I saw out of the corner of my eye a man approach. He stopped just to the side and behind me, put his hands on his hips, and heaved a sigh. I knew what that was about but ignored him and asked the produce man who was stocking items a short distance away, “Do you have any more zucchini?” He said he’d check and left to do so. I continued to stand there, still ignoring the guy behind me. If the produce man came back saying he didn’t have any more zukes, I figured I’d probably feel guilty enough about taking the last of the zukes to offer the waiting guy a few – but just a few. It depended on his expression – maybe I’d decide, “tough luck, mister – first come, first serve.” ;-)
The produce man came back with more than half a box and offered them to me. I proceeded to shovel more into another bag. As I did so, he said, “I usually sell a lot of yellow squash, but I’ve never sold so much zucchini as I have since you’ve been coming in.” I told him I had weird allergies, that this was the only vegetable I could have, and that I usually cleaned stores out of it – all of this said knowing the waiting guy would overhear, though why I should feel the need to explain myself I don’t know. The produce guy said, “That’s all right,” and after I finished taking what I wanted, he proffered the box to the other man. I turned and saw the other guy now had a big smile on his face. “I just want one,” he said. “Oh, go on, take two,” the produce man said. “Yeah, I left you two,” I encouraged. So we all had a good laugh over that.
Hmm, what else? Oh. When Gary did weights in the afternoon, I complimented him on the cuts he is developing in his forearms. Look out, Ahnold.
Dinner turned out to be another bust: Gary’s pepperoni pizza turned out to be a bagel (!) topped with cheese and ham slices. He doesn’t even remember if there was tomato sauce, but I told him there must have been – otherwise those ordering the cheese pizza would have just gotten a bagel with melted cheese on top ;-).
So Gary has warned me, he intends to send me out for pizza sometime. He filled out tonight’s dinner, thanks to the Fresh Market (and me ;-)), with nuts and baby greens and a fresh berry cup. Oh, and Hagen Daz, of course.
I got in some practice with Gary’s bivalves today. When it was time to turn him in the evening, we asked the nurse to leave him on his back a few minutes so I could practice putting his bivalves on. I had intended just to put them on then take them off, thinking that later the nurse would put them on for the night. Gary thought I should put them on for the night myself, but that made me nervous – this was only the second time I was doing it, and there wasn’t anyone supervising me – what if I didn’t get them on quite right and he got the first stage of a pressure sore? We finally decided that after I put them on we would have the nurse check the fit and re-do them if she thought that necessary.
I don’t know why, but it was a LOT easier this time – which made me nervous, wondering if that meant I was doing it wrong. But the nurse checked them and said they were fine. I hope she is right – I don’t want the guilt of causing him the start of a pressure sore.
To finish the day, we watched more of “Capote,” and I still wondered if Capote felt for the one murderer or just behaved that way toward him in order to get what he wanted from him, which was more the feeling I got, though I felt some ambiguity about that (and maybe so did Capote). As the movie went on I surmised that what was really going on in Capote’s mind was, in fact, a theme of the movie. (I am not very confident of my movie critiques, which is why I am not stating this more strongly.) Unfortunately, at what seems to be almost the end of the movie, we are running into glitches with the DVD – something wonky with the sound. It was about time to quit watching, so we just stopped the DVD. Tomorrow night we’ll put the DVD in the other laptop or in the portable DVD player and see if we have any better luck than when playing it in the laptop we did. I suppose we can always rent the DVD from the local Blockbuster if none of this works – I think we’re too far along in the movie to want to return the DVD to Amazon for a replacement before finishing the movie.
And thus ended the night.
No classes attended, not many things to note in Gary’s usual routine today. I did wake up with a curious dream: it was time to go home from here, and I was out shopping getting some discharge supplies for Gary. For some reason, I was in a gardening store doing this. I woke up before I could discover just exactly what it was I was getting there (I thought of some possibilities, but I think I’ll spare you and let you use your imaginations ;-)). When I told the dream to Gary, he said, smiling, “You really want me to learn how to mow the lawn while I’m here, don’t you?” (No, I could care less.)
I almost got in a zucchini fight today. At the Fresh Market there was only enough zucchini for about a day and a half’s meals (I go through about two and half pounds of zukes per day). Just as I was shoveling the last of it into a plastic bag, I saw out of the corner of my eye a man approach. He stopped just to the side and behind me, put his hands on his hips, and heaved a sigh. I knew what that was about but ignored him and asked the produce man who was stocking items a short distance away, “Do you have any more zucchini?” He said he’d check and left to do so. I continued to stand there, still ignoring the guy behind me. If the produce man came back saying he didn’t have any more zukes, I figured I’d probably feel guilty enough about taking the last of the zukes to offer the waiting guy a few – but just a few. It depended on his expression – maybe I’d decide, “tough luck, mister – first come, first serve.” ;-)
The produce man came back with more than half a box and offered them to me. I proceeded to shovel more into another bag. As I did so, he said, “I usually sell a lot of yellow squash, but I’ve never sold so much zucchini as I have since you’ve been coming in.” I told him I had weird allergies, that this was the only vegetable I could have, and that I usually cleaned stores out of it – all of this said knowing the waiting guy would overhear, though why I should feel the need to explain myself I don’t know. The produce guy said, “That’s all right,” and after I finished taking what I wanted, he proffered the box to the other man. I turned and saw the other guy now had a big smile on his face. “I just want one,” he said. “Oh, go on, take two,” the produce man said. “Yeah, I left you two,” I encouraged. So we all had a good laugh over that.
Hmm, what else? Oh. When Gary did weights in the afternoon, I complimented him on the cuts he is developing in his forearms. Look out, Ahnold.
Dinner turned out to be another bust: Gary’s pepperoni pizza turned out to be a bagel (!) topped with cheese and ham slices. He doesn’t even remember if there was tomato sauce, but I told him there must have been – otherwise those ordering the cheese pizza would have just gotten a bagel with melted cheese on top ;-).
So Gary has warned me, he intends to send me out for pizza sometime. He filled out tonight’s dinner, thanks to the Fresh Market (and me ;-)), with nuts and baby greens and a fresh berry cup. Oh, and Hagen Daz, of course.
I got in some practice with Gary’s bivalves today. When it was time to turn him in the evening, we asked the nurse to leave him on his back a few minutes so I could practice putting his bivalves on. I had intended just to put them on then take them off, thinking that later the nurse would put them on for the night. Gary thought I should put them on for the night myself, but that made me nervous – this was only the second time I was doing it, and there wasn’t anyone supervising me – what if I didn’t get them on quite right and he got the first stage of a pressure sore? We finally decided that after I put them on we would have the nurse check the fit and re-do them if she thought that necessary.
I don’t know why, but it was a LOT easier this time – which made me nervous, wondering if that meant I was doing it wrong. But the nurse checked them and said they were fine. I hope she is right – I don’t want the guilt of causing him the start of a pressure sore.
To finish the day, we watched more of “Capote,” and I still wondered if Capote felt for the one murderer or just behaved that way toward him in order to get what he wanted from him, which was more the feeling I got, though I felt some ambiguity about that (and maybe so did Capote). As the movie went on I surmised that what was really going on in Capote’s mind was, in fact, a theme of the movie. (I am not very confident of my movie critiques, which is why I am not stating this more strongly.) Unfortunately, at what seems to be almost the end of the movie, we are running into glitches with the DVD – something wonky with the sound. It was about time to quit watching, so we just stopped the DVD. Tomorrow night we’ll put the DVD in the other laptop or in the portable DVD player and see if we have any better luck than when playing it in the laptop we did. I suppose we can always rent the DVD from the local Blockbuster if none of this works – I think we’re too far along in the movie to want to return the DVD to Amazon for a replacement before finishing the movie.
And thus ended the night.
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