Plans on Memorial Day

On Saturday, I took a nap. Then, when I got up, it was late, but I was sleepy very early. Saturday night I slept ten hours, woke about 9 am and at 11 am, I took a nap until 5 pm. This happens when I have a uti, which I think I do.

Since I slept so long on Sunday, I saw none of the war movies. Some we saw were not actual wars, like Casablanca. It took place during a war, but there are no charges and people fighting each other. Well, not much.

When we were at the park Saturday in my town, I told Tommy we needed to find a place here in his town or surrounding towns to sit and eat lunch in a peaceful place. He immediately said we could go to the Bessemer depot. No, no trees, he said. It is not that he has no taste. His father was an engineer so he grew up immersed in trains. He said he often went to the train depot or somewhere in Irondale to sit for hours and watch trains. This is the place where the Irondale Café became the Fried Green Tomatoes café. I am quite sure this is soothing to him, as soothing as trees are to me.

Since it is going to be hot today and rainy this afternoon, I want to go early and maybe eat breakfast at the Bessemer Depot and sit to see trains. This afternoon, it is going to rain. I need to plant the tomatoes brought to me. They are double their height as when I acquired them.

Today, I am going to cook a huge pack of chicken thighs along with lots of carrots, fewer potatoes,  an onion and garlic. I will use one of the spice cake mixes with lots of apple chunks in it. So, meals today in two pans works for me. But, there is so much peeling and chopping that I dread it. There will be enough meat for about ten servings and vegetables for maybe five servings.

On Sunday night, we watched McClintock with John Wayne and two of his children. We have both seen it multiple times. The movie ended at 3 am, and I awoke hot at 6:15 am, so I will suffer today. It is now almost 8 am and I am sitting in the dark in the living room, typing.

Today, I have declutter plans. Tommy brought his tool box that belonged to his father into the house from the utility room last week to give me the drill. Now, it sits here since he cannot bend to pick it up. It is very heavy, but if I can just get it up so far, he can take it from me and put it on his walker to return it to the shelf in the utility room.

Plus, there are things just shoved into his dining room since I cannot see in there day or night. I will have to use a flashlight to see the food I have there. He refuses to get an electrician for the switch or ceiling fixture, whichever it is. One day, I am going to remove the switch plate and see if the wire is off the connection in there. I can fix that without even turning off the main breaker.

I am now getting sleepy again, but it is so hot in the bedroom. The chill of this room will not last long enough for me to sleep much.

I will let you know how these plans panned out.

When I was a child, we went to the airport to watch airplanes land and take off, mostly land. Today, I will watch trains. Have you ever gone to watch trains or airplanes or boats or anything like this? Is there a nostalgia connected with it?