1. I was exhausted today.
2. #1 Son RB is still in hospital, getting over pancreatitis ia no small thing.
3. The blessing in disguise is getting to know my daughter-in-law better.
4. #2 Son is coming by on Labour Day.
5. We found a thrift shop that will take the kitchen cabinet that fell off the wall in April 2018.

This is what my contribution to recycling looked like this morning. That is roughly two rooms, with more to come.

I had to get up early to get this stuff out when Recycle Man gets here some time around 8:00 AM.

Because of my idiosyncratic sleep habits, I only slept a wee bit, like 3 hours, before I awoke, then stayed awake so I could put the junk at the curb. After that mission was accomplished, I went back to bed, slept two more hours, then got ready to go out with J, who had been running errands.

We had brunch, then went to the thrift shop, grocery store and farm stand. I put a brisket in the slow cooker, with a 7:00 PM finish time. Toward the end I put fresh corn in to roast. I sliced some primo Hanover tomatoes.

Dinner was good. Tomorrow’s lunch is ready for J. I am tired.

Well that is what I did. I thought about going to Mass. Turns out my sister and her husband went to St. Benedict. There was a large attendance for the 1100 Mass, but I was just hurting. I took some naproxen (Aleve) and slept till 230.

J worked. She had a good day. We went to a late lunch / early dinner around 400.

She came home to sleep. I watched the run chase by England to defeat Australia in the Third Ashes Test. Ben Stokes had a stellar performance. Cricketers are extraordinary athletes. If American kids, ages 5-9, saw this Stokes performance, we would be a cricketing nation within a decade. Throw Jofra Archer into the mix, we would be there in five years.

J has two more work days til she is off. Both days are 700 AM starts.

We are getting closer every day.

Life is good.

Yesterday RB, #1 son texts, telling me he is at the ER with acute abdominal pain in the region of his gall bladder. He is 43, prime gall stone age. They kept him for more tests. So I’m going down in a bit to check on him.

He just left his job to explore another career. The stress of travel among other factors, prompted the change.

I had thought about visiting after Mass, but my current state of pain dictates I stay home. Right now the left hip is the most painful site in my old, body. But I’ve learned if I feel good emotionally, a little pain, sometimes even a lot is tolerable. I’m 68, for crying out loud.

Right now, the people at Willow are showing West Indies vs. India, rather than the Ashes. Oh well. If I could remember my password, I could watch on my computer.

This India/WI Test puts an excellent Indian 11 on display. I will give it a look. At least it isn’t raining. Not now, anyway.

These West Indian crickters look like American football players, tall anf muscular. A good athlete is a good athlete. I’m sure some of these chaps could play in the National Football League, given the chance.

J has had jobs in her life that require maximum “adulting”. Let me mention a few: case worker for social services, certified public accountant, financial manager for a church and the affiliated parochial school, and merchandising representative for a grocery marketing company.

She’s had lots of jobs with lots of responsibility. She ran her accounting practice from the house toward the end and she left messes of work sheets and client records all thrown on the floor. It was as if she couldn’t bear to deal with them for another second. The debris reflected her unhappiness. Now she works a job that physically exhausts her, but she can leave at the store at the end of her shift.

So nurturing from me is priority. She has spent years suppressing her need to play and be nurtured.

This quaint video tells the story of cricket and the love for this marvelous game.