it's not over yet

When I consider how my light is spent,

   Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide,

   And that one Talent which is death to hide

   Lodged with me useless, though my Soul more bent

To serve therewith my Maker, and present

   My true account, lest he returning chide;

   “Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?”

   I fondly ask. But patience, to prevent

That murmur, soon replies, “God doth not need

   Either man’s work or his own gifts; who best

   Bear his mild yoke, they serve him best. His state

Is Kingly. Thousands at his bidding speed

   And post o’er Land and Ocean without rest:

   They also serve who only stand and wait.”

John Milton.

Composed sometime between 1652 and 1655, John Milton's "Sonnet 19 [When I consider how my light is spent]" grapples with the subject of the poet's blindness later in life, as well as his changing relationship with God.

life goes on

I wrote a blog to this post yesterday, and lost it. That was a god self-edit, but not enough as it turned out. I bogged down in details describing my menu after I asked Matt to come for lunch and dinner. i needed to cook and eat but I don’t bother cooking for me. I had lots of groceries delivered, too many, in fact. I kept ordering all week and losing the order. (It was going to spam.) Finally, something worked and food was delivered. I couldn’ t remember what I had asked for and re-ordered—four days in a row. So I received two dozen eggs, two packages of frozen hash browns, 4 litres of milk, one package of portobello mushrooms, two packages of sliced cremini, lots of potatoes and more.

Life is full of surprises.

I made mushrooms on toast for lunch yesterday. Today I will make mushroom soup.

Later.

My wound specialist came to change my dressings yesterday and he ordered me to fasten plastic grocery bags to my legs and take a shower, and get my PSW to help. I can’t do that. Solo sponge baths are preferable to that. I’ll ask a female friend to sit in my living room while I scrub. But I have a Life Alert button around my neck. And John took out the glass shower doors and put in a new shower rail and shower curtain, plus grab bars and a slip-proof mat on the floor.

He hasn’t put me in an assisted living home yet but he’s building one around me.

I’ll cook today.

Later.I did it ! I had a shower snd I washed my hair, and it feels good.

Coffee now and cook, and talk tomorrow.