Sunday Evening. End of the Day, End of the Week, for Us.

Sunday evening.  End of the day, end of the week, for us. Not the beginning, as calendars here tend to indicate.  Guido’s agenda has it right, showing Monday as the first day of the week.  And of course, I get confused, as I am accustomed to seeing Sunday instead…

Had a bad day yesterday and also today. I am in a stupor (more than usual).  There is no way to get hold of the new doctor or of any other physician. That’s the problem with weekends for me.  Everything seems to be happening then.

What I have decided to do is to write the minimum here. It is very unsettling for me to get some too optimistic messages. I know I was the one who caused these, as usual, after seeing a new doctor and thinking he is the best. He may be, but so far I do not really know. Sorry!

My new motto is “don’t ask, but do tell” – meaning that if something truly spectacular happens, I will post it here.  If not, it means nothing is going on.  You do not ask, but I do tell if it merits telling.

On Thursday R brought us dinner (he has asked me not to mention his name or his wife’s, and I respect their wishes) – not only the food but the bread he always remembers we love from Trader Joe’s and wine – he also had some Riviera pears sent to us from Harry and David (not the best but not too bad either); on Friday we had some leftover minestrone the new cleaning woman had made; on Saturday my Italian friend Anna came by with two quails, green peas with mushrooms, brioches, and tomato sauce; today, our Ethiopian neighbor surprised me. They are very nice and we get along well, but they have three boys, they both work, and are very busy.  She came to bring us a wonderful lasagna!  It will be good for three more meals.

We have enough chocolate to last us throughout the winter months! And I continue to rely on Giant (Peapod) and Safeway for food delivery. And on Balducci’s and River Falls (fish) for Guido’s shopping, and on Whole Foods and Trader Joe’s for R and Ludy. The only place I occasionally visit when I am up to it, late in the day, is the Bethesda Co-Op.  And for the rest there is always the good old Internet — I rely on it even for something like Celtic salt, which I now use instead of the poisonous regular one (Did you know they add cyanide –albeit in low quantities, they claim — to make the salt flow more easily??!!! — TRUE!)…

I continue to find old and new friends — even writers and musicians — in Facebook, and it keeps me busy and happy.

And so it goes, on and on and on and on, until ????

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About martisima

After over 50 years of teaching literature to undergraduate and graduate students, I feel I have earned my retirement (it happened when I was 72, five years ago). I do miss the classroom, however, but not the meetings and all other requirements of the profession. I love teaching, and wish I could still do it. But now I read for pleasure, and watch films, and listen to all kinds of music (no TV, though). I love to travel, and hope I can resume doing it soon. I need to get over my health issues caused by thyroid surgery three years ago!
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4 Responses to Sunday Evening. End of the Day, End of the Week, for Us.

  1. martisima says:

    P.S. I stand corrected! I had sent an e-mail to Dr. Sivieri on Friday regarding a problem I had with one of the medications he prescribed. He has just sent me a reply…

  2. Pat says:

    Va bene, Marta.

    P

  3. martisima says:

    P.S. My friend Anna just called and she’ll be bringing more food (cannelloni). I may not have to cook for the rest of my life 😉

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