The end of the month

We slept a bit late but began working right away when we did get up.  I finished unloading the trailer and Evelyn worked on unloading the tubs that I carried into the house.  While she was finishing a tub I began putting the onions into the hose that Evelyn had runs in and had thrown away.  This is supposed to retard spoiling by keeping the onions away from each other.  I know this works with potatoes because I used to work in a food market as a boy and had to throw out the rotten potatoes so they wouldn’t spoil each other.  It was a stinky, slimy job and I don’t want to do it again.  Jo came to our house at 5:30 and wanted me to drive her car.  We had thought we would drive, but instead I drove to Rolene’s to pick her up to go to the cancer survivor’s dinner.  We were late as we always seem to be each year.  Jo never seems to get the time right.  The dinner is always at the same church south of Waynesville.  The congregation is very sympathetic with the fight against cancer.  The program featured a sextet of high school boys from Pisgah.  They were a nice addition.  Then a teacher who was also a survivor told her story of throat cancer.  She was upbeat but also shared a gruesome tale.  One man also praised the caregivers of which I was one.  I teared up because I remember Evelyn’s struggle and know that I was only nominally a hero.  I think I did all I could but don’t want to take any credit for her recovery.  It’s the survivor that deserves the praise.  We left and went to Rolene’s apartment and spent an hour visiting with her and her landlords, Frank and Tori Costa.  They are also friends of ours and are great fun.  We came home from there.  I am having a difficult time adjusting to the eastern time zone.  Many of the TV shows I watch start at 10—the same time they end in the central zone.  That means I have to get an extra hour of sleep in the morning.  I will have to work something out.

Wednesday was errand day.  I had to take a medicine vial to the pharmacy and get a few groceries.  We have looked into the freezer, refrigerator and cupboards and found them cluttered.  We have determined to eat the existing products before buying more.  Some of the meat in the freezer is more than 1 year old.  The same is true of the canned goods.  Evelyn made some yeast hot dog buns so we wouldn’t have to buy any.  She also made pizza dough and made pizza for our supper.  I am also still putting onions into old hose but have run out. I will have to ask around the neighborhood to see if any women have some.  Very few women in this area wear nylons any more.  We invited several single neighbors for supper and Marty, my golf partner, came.  We enjoy her but she is a loner at heart.  After 9, Evelyn talked with Janice in Texas, Stacy in Georgia and Emily in Utah.  We cover quite an area.  Evelyn had not slept well last night and did nap a while in the afternoon.  I try to keep quiet because she needs her rest.  We really appreciate the beauty of this area and are still torn as to what to do about our home here if we decide to move to Air Force Village II.  The Lord will work that out.