Quiet, Peace, Solitude...

Like most introverts in this busy and noisy world, I have to recharge from time to time. I've spent a peaceful and quiet day cooking foods I love and curled up in my Laz-E-Boy with my laptop and a book or two. I am trying to read the sequel to Gone with the Wind when my concentration levels allow. The book was simply called Scarlett.

I also have felt a strong disdain for the phone today and haven't answered it since my last rendezvous with Tuleana. It got unplugged from the wall and my iPhone is turned off as well.

"Why aren't you answering your phones?" my father will say when he walks through my front door for the medication ritual tonight.

Welcome to the Internet...

Tuleana called me all excited this afternoon when her mother agreed to help them get hooked up with cable TV and the internet. I got very excited as well. They don't have a computer, but I have an older laptop that will allow them to surf the web and get on FaceBook. They have traditionally used their smart phones to get on FaceBook.

"The battery is shot on it, but it works fine if you plug it in," I told Tuleana."You can order cheap new batteries for it on the internet."

I am also donating an older Linksys wireless internet router so Richard can get online wirelessly with his PlayStation 3 and with the laptop as well.

Quiet Fridays and Nice, Quiet Friday Nights…

Both are good kinds of Fridays – the kind of Fridays meant for quiet introspection and rest. A recharging of the spirit if you will.   As was expected after my injection yesterday, I have felt drowsy and cat napped most of my day here away. I am just now stirring good and it is almost 7:30pm.

I don’t know what Helen cooked, but my cantankerous father is bringing me a plate of food around 9pm when he arrives for the medication ritual. That will be a nice and interesting surprise. I bet you a $1000 bucks we have are having boiled rutabagas as we haven’t had those in a week or two. That’s one of dad’s favorite vegetables.  Helen says they wreak havoc on her arthritic hands, though. 

Being the caveat of the night, we have thunderstorms building to our West and headed this way.  Dad and I both didn’t see that coming.  We have to keep the weather guessers guessing, don’t you know?  I just called him and told him to be careful driving over here in an hour or two.

Photo Credit:   http://farmersalmanac.com/food/2014/12/22/turnip-rutabaga/