June 2nd, 2017


Which reminds me

I had plenty of dreams, but I don't remember them.

I woke up early in the morning. I slept for two hours, and then I decided to take my morning medicine and go back to bed.
If I take my morning medicine and then go straight back to bed, I sleep like a log for many hours.

I got up when my mail slot clattered. I had received the book Goodbye, Mr. Muffin by Ulf Nilsson. It's a children's picture book about an old guinea pig who dies and goes to guinea pig heaven.

I took a shower, took the sheets off my bed and replaced my towels.

Later the day my HoivaOnni worker came for the weekly appointment. While talking to her, I washed the dishes and ironed the laundry.

We left at the same time.

I went to the Big Mole shopping mall in order to take three Dirndl dresses to my favorite dressmaker, but it was closed.

I called my mother and asked her if I can come over; she said she's going grocery shopping and told me to come in half an hour.

I visited the stationery shop and my favorite clothing shop, and then I took a bus to my parents' home. It was cloudy, and the wind was bitterly cold.

I had coffee with my mother, and she gave me some cash.

I took a bus back to Mole Hill. By then the dressmaker was back; I showed him how the Dirndl dresses had to be mended.

I went to the supermarket and bought coffee grounds, sugar, toothbrushes, and face wash. I have decided not to buy ecological products anymore, they are too expensive.

Once back home, I took out the trash, washed a load of laundry, hoovered my bed and mattress, and dressed my bed in clean, fresh sheets.

I started feeling unhappy. I tried keeping myself busy, so I took four bags of stuff to the charity shop container, and visited the shopping mall.

Once back home, I took my evening medicine, had a wash, and changed into a nightie.