I squeezed some extra little tasks into our usual morning today. Made some bread that’s okay-but-not-amazing. What I’d really like is a no-fail, idiot-proof bread machine — is there one of those? I got this to rise nicely by putting it in the oven with just the light on, but it wasn’t amazing after being baked. I’d love to be able to make our bread and get away from all those plastic bags, but it would have to be good sandwich bread (and usually I make bread that’s only good for toasting).
I tried to organize the pantry a little, while M actively undid the previous day’s organizing. It’s hard to want to stop her, though, when she seems so methodical and enthusiastic. Oh well!
I made mini quesadilla triangles and some fake chicken for lunch, and we both had guacamole. On the whole, M has been doing a lot better since she had the procedure to stretch the narrowing in her esophagus (back in July). But there are times when she’ll have trouble swallowing foods that I know she’s had no problem with before. I think it’s just a matter of how well she chews her food during any given meal. Today was a bad-chewing lunch, and she had a hard time getting her food down. I try not to short-order cook for M, so I don’t offer alternatives when she simply doesn’t WANT to eat something, but it’s different when she’s trying to eat and having trouble. So she wound up having a LOT of guacamole for lunch, plus a fruit and veggie pouch. And a few nibbles of crackers. The ladies at Tobies think it’s so funny that M likes guacamole — and, of course, it’s best eaten with one’s hands. So M had a rinse in the bathtub after lunch.
The rest of the day (when we weren’t snuggling) was spent working, of course, while M napped or wandered around the living room and kitchen. She’s been so busy lately, and it’s interesting to see what grabs her attention. She gets so absorbed in her books and can ‘read’ quietly by herself for quite a while.
In the photo of Nova on the little rug, she was carefully positioned in front of a furnace vent. Once, I caught Bear lying right on top of one, and I can’t blame them for soaking up the warmth. It’s been chilly! Bear and Birdy are still on alternate schedules (when one is free to roam the house, the other gets locked up) because Birdy won’t stop being mean. But Beany is much more accepting, as you can see!