It used to be extremely important to me, knowing what day of the week I was waking up in. Now I don’t care; as long as I keep waking up, it’s all good. And I didn’t suddenly say to myself today “Holy, it’s Thursday!” in case you were wondering about that title. This is the origin of my version of Holy Thursday , an old joke from my working days (which ended two weeks ago.) I noticed there are bloggers out there doing throw-back Thursdays so this is my version of joining in, doing a ping-back to myself. Weird but fun. Or maybe fun because it’s weird.
Our poor old tree in the backyard is looking rather bare these days, but on my walk I saw lots of leaves still hanging on, waiting for the next strong north wind to send them flying. It’s still beautiful weather for us in the middle of October (we often have snow here by Halloween) and on these walks I’m learning to appreciate the benefits of being near-sighted. Even half dead hedges look good close up.
And then there’s this.
Yes, it’s a picture of an almost empty 3.78 litre jug of apple juice. My pre-op instructions advised me to drink three cups of apple juice the night before surgery and 2 cups of it three hours prior to my scheduled surgery time. So I sent W out to pick up some apple juice. If I had done a litre to cup calculation I could have let him know that one litre (4.2268 cups) was close enough. He did pick up a one litre carton, and this jug as insurance I guess. So if I needed to go for about six more surgeries, we were all set. We’ve made a good dent in it, in a little over a week, drinking a cup or so each for 8 breakfasts. I used the last of it in my smoothie this morning and retired the jug to the recycle bin. My fridge looks empty.
In other ground breaking news (obviously I don’t know the meaning of that phrase) last night I watched the last episode available on Netflix of The 4400. I’ve started a new book called “The Bone Season” by Samantha Shannon. I am in la-la land and loving it.
Hope you’re having a great Thursday too.