Maybe today will be for me, with no cleaning or entertaining. Usually, Harry invites company down on Sundays, and in fact, our neighbors will be visiting, probably for a short visit. I have to ask Brian's fiancé's parents for next Sunday. I guess I have calls to make today. Maybe I can do them faster. I really want to hang the turquoise fabric over my bedroom curtains and start making my window coverings. (I forget the right word. I'm truly exhausted.) I had to sleep downstairs on the sofa bed because my own bed is so uncomfortable. It needs to be turned over but because Jerry died, there's no one to help turn it. I'm sleeping on Harry's old place and it's tilted. My pillow keeps falling out and there is nowhere for my arm. My shoulder is still sore and sleeping there hurts.
Yesterday, I went to Jerry's house with my son, his fiancé, and her mother to work. That's most likely why I'm so tired. It still looks disheveled, but that's a huge improvement. I took a lot of books, but there are boxes still to be given away in addition to boxes I need to go through. Jerry read religious books from every major religion. I wish I could read them but I know I don't have the interest or discipline. I'm giving them away so someone else can benefit. I took the books on Judaism and the history of the Jews. That's all I can handle.
We'll have to figure out how to get the furniture I want down here. There is a table upstairs and one downstairs in addition to a couple lamps and Jerry's one good rug. There is one torch lamp I love--it's very old and adorable. Not too big but cute, like Victorian. Jerry may have taken it from his dad's basement when Uncle Moe died. If that is the case, it may have originated in Bubba Jenny's in about 1910. I think I should look it up on here.
At Jerry's, when I was finally getting that funny feeling in my throat from all the dust and everybody else was falling down tired, we left for the King of Prussia Mall. Brian and Christina love the Cheesecake Factory. I can understand why--the food is good and it has a y generation feeling. We waited approximately 2 1/2 hours, mostly walking around the gigantic mall. We finished about 10:30 and there were still young people camped out--lounging on the floor outside the restaurant--just the way they'd been since when we first walked in. I ordered a Bourbon because I was kind of riled up, then a Cuban sandwich, and for dessert, a piece of the best cheesecake I ever ate--Peanut Butter and hot fudge. Sort of. I ate half the sandwich and the cheesecake. I still gained weight, of course. I don't need nachos, fried calamari, or cheesecake. And not eating at night either. Next time, McDonald's. The bill for two people at the Cheesecake factory was $60 something dollars.
That's my rant for today. I forgot. Because it's raining hard, Harry won't go out. He usually shops Sunday morning and brings back a Delaware Sunday newspaper for me. Oh, well.
I don't know if I'll have the energy to go up to King Tut in Philly Wednesday. WE have tickets. I hate being tired. Shit!
Labels: Philly Blues