Misfits came today, the last of the heavily packaged and insulated deliveries. Seen here on the right of friend Diane's snowdrops, of yet to come up.
Starting next week, they're using their own vans, decreeing Thursday to be delivery for my whole neighborhood, and cutting back on heavy duty packing, no need to protect from other nonfood FedEx boxes.
They're also reducing sharply the minimum $order, and doing away with the minimum entirely for cold pack items. For me this means eggs, dairy, fish, poultry.
This will make it much more affordable for me to order these items, since the cold pack minimum plus the regular produce minimum has mostly pushed it out of range for me. It sounds good. We'll see.
Earlier I had my final post cataract surgery back at my regular eye doctor, who says he wants me to use reading glasses to bring my sight from very good, 20/30 or the reverse, however it's expressed, to 20/20.
He says I'm so happy with my current vision only because of the contrast with before, but it could be better. I agreed I'm thrilled and I'll revisit the issue in June. A truce! He wants perfect, I'm fine with good enough. For now.
Today's largely a Food Issue. Using up the last of various foods before the Misfits box arrived today, last night's supper was egg salad on steamed spinach and broccoli, with pickled beets.
It looks like some national flag. And a custard dessert with blueberries on top.
Lunch today was a lovely little bowl of cappellini, fast pasta, with butter, grated parmesan and black pepper.
The rest of the custard for dessert.
I brought in the Misfits box, washed and dried and prepped the contents, broke down the box for recycling and swept up the debris on the kitchen floor, usual procedure on Misfits days.
No rest needed, just feeling well again. I thought yet again how easy everything is when you feel well.
My life from age five went from perfectly well, when we left the isolated and lovely Yorkshire moors, and went to an industrial town, to endiess illness when I was exposed to a big population and illnesses with no resistance.
From then to age 24, when I finally escaped the climate and pollution of England, my life was more sickness than health,
I was dragging myself through the days, lungs permanently damaged from pneumonia, bronchitis and severe asthma, sometimes bent double fighting to breathe, This was before modern medicine for lungs and what current remedies there were not available outside the armed forces, priority in wartime. But if I waited to feel well I would never have managed to have a life. And I did have a life, some of which you've read about in here.
After two weeks in Wisconsin at age 24, in the dead of winter, but clean air, I felt wonderful, like champagne!
Handsome Partner was very upset, he said "You're just feeling how most people do every day. To you it only seems wonderful because of how sick you were before. " He hadn't realized how I had been struggling until I no longer needed to.
He felt terrible that my ordinary felt wonderful, life not fair! Not unlike my eye doctor today and being delighted with my vision because of the contrast with before!
Anyway I do feel wonderful and so grateful. Nowadays feeling well is the default not the exception. This long drawn out virus reminded me of the old days. Fine now.
Happy evening, everyone, feel well and notice happily when you do!
