Meniere's

Someday I hope I'll drive down a mountain, or get off an airplane, and my ears will pop, and I'll swallow, and the tinnitus will stop, and my ears will no longer feel like they're about to explode. Maybe by then I'll have a walking stick to steady my gait. Or if the tinnitus and vertigo stop, maybe I won't need a stick.

Susan and Pat found a "new" barbecue place (new to us) up in Moody. The three of us, escorted by Mr. Reed Agan, went up there yesterday for lunch. I had barbecue chicken, potato salad and fried green tomatoes. Yum!

Yesterday morning Mr. Ricky Reed's crew mowed the yard and cleaned up the leaves and stuff. And then this morning when I went outside, there's a great limb from one of the oak trees lying on the grass. I always say Mr. Reed, or Mr. Ricky Reed, because that's the way he identifies himself on the phone.

Speedy

I woke up about 9:00 this morning, and Mr. Reed's guys had already mowed the lawns and left.

Dinner Last Night

Sour-cream chicken and biscuits. Plus some veggies.

It took most of the day, but the refrigerator is cleaned out and restocked. I'm not exactly proud of myself for going grocery shopping. But it's a good feeling when I force myself to get out of the house, instead of yelling for help.

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I keep thinking about a book I'd like to re-read after about fifty years. Herman Wouk's Youngblood Hawke. I used to have the book, but don't any more. It's about a writer. A movie was made based on it, but they got the wrong actor to play Hawke, and it made me not want to read the book again for 50 years or so. I wish somebody else would read it and tell me if they agree with me that the movie part would have been perfect for Andy Griffith.

Mr. Reed's guys cleaned up the lawn and driveway today.