this week was a bit better

Bonnie and I walked on Monday in Fountain Hill and Bethlehem. We left my house and headed up to St. Lukes, then headed out Brighton, down the bridge ramp and out 2nd. Then it was up Adams, back the Greenway and home.

Friday we walked  by her house, taking the Lehigh Street route that goes past the park. A few house were built during the winter.

We did the same walk on Saturday, but this time had her grandson. He was loving it the first half. Puppies and yards and people all to look and point at. He cried ALL the way back. We think he was cold, but he refused to put the blanket on. He wanted Gigi to carry him. Not happening. He kept trying to crawl out of the stroller. Gigi was being too nice. I stopped, turned him around and sat him down, and I said in my sternest voice that he could not climb. He listened. It helps when a stranger does the scolding.

 It was a busy day Saturday. First the walk. Then to take Sharon to Quakertown to get her shoes.When I returned home the mail had arrived and the water bill and one other letter from the city. Since the water bill had gone up, I assumed it was related. Wrong. The city has changed my street address. After 40 years I no longer live on south Bishopthorpe Street. Just plain old Bishopthorpe. They even changed the street signs!

It encouraged me to change it everywhere. I'm not sure where everywhere is, but I'm guessing it will take at least another four decades to do it. And at least that long not to say it.

Then it was time to cook for the shelter ladies. I had no control over the meal. A ziti casserole and a chicken casserole were donated. I just needed to bring something to go with. They suggested veggies. Someone else was bringing a salad and bread. 

Now I'm assuming they meant frozen veggies. Instead I spent an hour cleaning and cutting veggies, then roasting them for another hourish. I had three trays of broccoli, cauliflower, potatoes, sweet potatoes, onions, celery, carrots, portobella mushrooms, and peppers. There was barely a quart zipper bag leftover.

Then someone else made jello for dessert. Red. With fruit cocktail. And Reddi Whip. The 60-year-old me was shouting no-no-no. It's not food. The 10-year-old inside was shouting yes-yes-yes. The 10 year old won. Really, Jello every forty years ain't gonna kill you. It was sooo good. Icy cold. Did I mention canned fruit cocktail?

When I returned home, a message popped into my email that I earned the Great Wall of China badge. Kind of cool.