It’s necessary to wait for a tv dinner to heat up. Some might call that cooking, but it’s probably already cooked enough. Recently they have been heated in the stove oven rather than the microwave oven simply because using the real oven creates an illusion of real cooking. Microwaving something can carry the sense of beating the whatever to a pulp, and then only in spots. So, just a quarter of an hour ago there was a period of forty-five minutes during which to do something. The first thing done was to try (sit on) the new air beds (plural).
Given that the chain drug store has “one layer” air beds at a fairly reasonable price, the homemaker aide was sent to buy two. The idea was to put one on top of the other to make it high enough to get up off of it easily. The two together cost less than any previous one that had more than one section in the construction. The down side is/was that the air pump is a separate unit, each box having one – yours truly now has two air pumps and any replacements will net another. They are inflated already and the deal shall be tried as soon as the dinner is consumed.
Now, there are things to do (and more developing concerns), like the hand, the foot, getting stuff from the drug store again because the homemaker aide’s list was deliberately reduced to absolute essentials and more. And there are many things on the horizon, such as getting downstairs tomorrow to pay the rent. but, for the moment, the scooter has energy (it was recharged last night) there is some cash in hand, and the most troublesome problem, getting some rest without winding up on the floor and being unable to get up, may be okay for the moment. And the half hour is about up.
Strong winds do die down.