Canned Goods

September 26, 2013

Opening someone else’s mail and reading it on their behalf is strange. I leave the investment envelopes intact since the family member in charge can handle that. A survey showed-up from the Home Health Care Agency which consisted of five pages of questions regarding the level of service and my client’s satisfaction.  She seemed a bit irritated by the time we got to question number 24 but we bulldozed thru the rest. I filled-in all of the appropriate ovals and licked the envelope and called it good. She sighed in relief after I told her I slid it in the outgoing mail slot downstairs on my way up from the laundry room.

Folding well-worn mumus, matching skidless socks, shuffling towels and washcloths, hanging house jackets over the rail, hoping they don’t sail over the balcony, seven floors down. I patrol the freezer for exotic meals to throw together for the next few days.  I am certainly not accustomed to fixing dinner from a can, box, carton or the freezer. Kinda like MRE’s or space food.