For awhile now I've had a really part-time job doing personal care assistance for someone in Allentown. She's my age, and has a host of issues. She will not recover. Actually, they told her she had 6 months to live three years ago. They miscalculated. Her next move will be to a body farm in Tennessee to have forensic scientist watch her decompose. She has no control over what they do to her.
I rarely work during the school year. But her husband works at Dorney Park during the summer, so I've been working a Saturday or Sunday two, maybe three times a month. Even if he is home, it gives him a chance to mow the lawn and get poop done.
They have two spoiled dogs. Benni, the big old man, and Holly, an 8-year-old spaniel of some sort. Holly is an attention whore. Benni only cares about you if you're in the bathroom. No cooking gets done without their supervision, and dropping things on the floor is expected.
And we cooked a lot this week. My Fitbit said I walked about 3000 steps each day. I should have had it on my arm. I was exhausted from all the cutting, chopping, and cooking. And trying to avoid dogs under my feet. She had so much food that was spoiling. I felt like it was the summer of 69 and Nana was on her pretzel can in the kitchen barking orders to all of us worker bee's. I even had the client peeling apples.
They don't have a compost bin so I ended up generating two tall kitchen bags full of organic waste.
They ate well this week. And a lot of food made it to the freezer for another day. I am not so lucky.
We also tackled an exploding closet. Now there is room to spare. I needed a shower when I was done. But alas, only the client gets a shower.
Sometimes I'm dense.
Things present themselves and I can't see what's really
happening. Especially when I spend a week doing physical work. Remember I'm a desk job person.
Sunday Pat went out and came home with 3/4 of a Frosty and put it in the little freezer (on top of fridge.) Tuesday, when I came home from walking with Pam she tells me she had her Frosty for lunch, and it wasn't rock hard. It was Frosty consistency. (Hmmmm ... when I pulled the ice out of the trays for my water bottles they just dumped out... hmmm.)
Wednesday I go to make french toast. The milk was big time sour with lumps. I just bought it and the sell by date was 3 days out. Should be good for a week. I curse out the store.
It took till Thursday for my brain to kick in. I noticed that the fridge just isn't cold like normal. I put the oven thermometer in because it goes that low and went to work. I gave me no reading.
Friday I buy a
fridge thermometer and stick it in. Three hours later I look and
it is 60 degrees. Poop. The freezer is 40.
Thankfully the contents of little freezer is mostly frozen (by me) veg and things like french fries. All went into the compost/trash, Now instead of thinking about the money I just wasted, I had two thoughts.
1. OMG look at the food waste.
2. All that work for nothing. Thankfully I had so much left over from 19 that I didn't do any this year.
Coolers packed. I
actually put the eggs and butter in the freezer compartment
since it's the correct temp. (Which is now down to 32. I might need a plan B.) Fridge was 3/4 empty. Thank goodness
I hadn't shopped.
I did not call a repair person. The fridge is well over 30 and is an energy hog. It runs constantly. Time for an upgrade. But guess what? The supply chain for appliances is also impacted by C19. Thankfully I wanted a bare bones basic old fashioned fridge. The fancy new ones have a 6-8 week wait.
The new fridge arrives Wednesday.
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