Dupont:
Where oh where has Dorothy been? Barely moving in this heat! Doing almost nothing but breathing. Still no hearing aids but a new appointment with the clinic: This time I want to go on my own and be the one to talk with the person. I don't care how much it costs, I NEED to hear! (I can say that as I do have enough money for them. Cannot wait for Quebec health card - 1 October! If I am less than 3 feet away and R is looking straight at me and speaks clearly!!! At the grocery store: "I'm sorry. I cannot hear anything!"

The new meds arrived by mail today. I am going to put off starting than until after the trip to Toronto on 8th - to hear Colin and Jay Linden. I have no idea how they might affect my body and I do not want any glitches! With a bod that is in iffy shape, I am trying hard to foresee and forestall glitches. Especially coughing. bought some cough syrup at a drugstore today - asked for "something to kill a cough" so I don't have to leave. Also have the challenge of keeping gut happy!   

Friends packed up all my pottery that was in the shop in Ontario. It is in the LR at Beaver awaiting our visit after the concert. I will bring it back here for the "Antique" sale/show at end of August.

Totally by luck, I now have alerts on phone. Must not change any setting!!

So, I manage to do groceries, cook enough to keep us fed, do laundry as necessary. Pulled some weeds today although nurse is dubious about that re osteoporosis; I did the bare essential! MY neglected garden has two small zukes coming along and a few cherry tomatoes. It is still being watered with the soaker hose.

One might say I have not been feeling well. I realized a couple days ago that I have been getting ready to die and avoiding life. I did not want a med that might put me into remission. But R and my son are not of that mind and I have changed my view to doing what is necessary to keep on. R was happy to be so informed. I shall just have to take it as it comes rather than be fearful of what it might come to pain wise. The fractured vertebrae was horrendous pain but there was morphine and if it comes to the end of the line, it doesn't matter what the side effects are. The End of the Line is one of Jay Linden's beautiful songs - in memory of his older brother. Jay writes beautiful songs.