We spent New Year’s Day cleaning and doing small tasks. The Christmas tree came down. I enjoy putting everything neatly away and scattering all the pine needles throughout the house. I even got new storage boxes for everything this year because Edda accidentally fell on the old boxes and broke a bunch of them.
Jeremy spent the morning thinking and reading about things he likes to think and read about. He likes to think and read about transportation. He spent the last week engrossed in a book about asphalt. Every once in a while, I’ll work on an asphalt patent, so I kind of know the words: aggregate, tarmac, bitumen. But to me, they are just words I search for in old patents. To Jeremy, it’s a transportation revolution and revelation.
Edda’s working on a mean case of chapped skin because her face is always wet and rubbed. I must remember to slather her with Aquaphor tonight. It’s best to do it when she’s fully asleep so it can infuse her skin for hours. But I always forget and then she ends up with a chapped face all day.
Jeremy spent hours trying to repair our fridge. A condenser drainage pan has corroded through and through, so instead of directing water into a funnel and out of the fridge, it spills and floods our bottom drawer. He’s going to try and replace it – we ordered a part for $18. We’ll see if it works on Tuesday when it gets here.
I washed and repaired Edda’s wheelchair. It’s ready to go for the new year.