I woke up with a headache again this morning; between my cat wanting to go out and the pain I was prompted to get out of bed at 5 am. My first cup of coffee helped a lot. Apparently caffeine dilates the blood vessels slightly, allowing more blood to flow through whatever muscles are in spasm-mode and that eases the pain. A friend of ours who spent time in Haiti told me once that a lot of times strong coffee was the only pain reliever the poorer Haitians had.
A train chugged by soon after I got up, heading north toward the main railway lines. Still too dark for me to see how many cars but, judging by the number of lights at front, there must have been at least three locomotives. It wasn’t a really long one, though; it passed fairly quickly. Yesterday afternoon Bob saw another train heading north: two engines pulling a hundred cars.
My “It’s Over” party is over. A sedate affair, such as a sedate grandma would like. A nice supper together with the family followed by a decorated chocolate-caramel cake & ice cream. For me everything tasted good and there were no serious after-effects food-wise. I’m glad there’s a treatment for my leukemia and thankful I could receive it, but still, “So glad it’s over!”
My part of the meal prep was easy. Around 3pm I seared pork chops and sausages in a pan, layered them in a casserole, poured BBQ sauce over all and baked them at 325̊ F. I got my granddaughter to help me set the table and do up the few dishes, then we both relaxed while the meats cooked They were tender and ready to serve by 5:30pm so I turned the heat down to 250̊ F and left them sit while I made a lettuce salad. In the afternoon my daughter had picked the last of her sweet corn from the garden, so we had corn on the cob to feast on as well as the mashed potatoes she brought.
I’d bought some “blow-outs” for the children, those paper things that curl up and then stretch out full with a whistling sound when you blow into the small tube at one end. They were quite a hit. All four of the grands got one and proceeded to amuse us all for a good while, especially the youngest grandson. Finally his dad told him, “You don’t have to blow it all the time.” Grandpa suggested I could have gotten the ones with a small horn inside but their mother said, “No, the quiet ones are just fine.” (I thought so, too, actually.)
After supper I took it easy while the other females did the dishes, though we’d made the task simpler with plastic plates & cups. Then I showed the grandchildren Helen’s last few posts on tinylessonsblog.com. They were awed by the scenes of the ocean as the hurricane approached, and the flooding afterward. They thought the colorful legs of the ibis and egret were “so cool,” then laughed at the funny neck of the great blue heron. Such birds as we’ll never see here! Nice posts, Helen!
A thunderstorm was predicted for late yesterday evening, supposedly starting around 10pm. At 10:30pm I was reading in the recliner when Bob asked if I could hear the thunder rumbling. Unfortunately my hearing is so poor that even with my hearing aids I rarely do hear thunder unless it’s banging away right overhead. Which it soon was — then I did hear it. In some ways it is an advantage to be hard of hearing: I can sleep through a lot of storms.
It’s 7:30 now and the day has dawn clear and bright. Doesn’t look like we got a lot of rain out of that storm, but It did knock out the electricity for close to three hours. At least the stove clock read 2:10 when I reset it at 5:18am. Sound asleep, we never noticed anything, and it wasn’t cold enough outside for the interior temp to drop enough to wake us up.
Now it’s time to get dressed, have breakfast, and face the new day.