Non - Sense

I'd been spending the early morning arranging what was needed / wanted for Steve's homecoming later this morning. It had been pretty busy so far, which I say not as an excuse but just a statement of fact.

Yesterday had been dealing with groceries, stocking up on what was needed with him home and a celebratory supper tonight with my son attending, and a tiny bit of purging in the fridge after he's been gone so many days. It's not foolproof, after a bout of covid still leaves me with essentially no sense of smell except for the occasional flash of something, no sooner registering than gone again, not to return. I'd been tasked with dealing with old milk. One carton had been opened before he'd been returned to the hospital. I informed him that he'd have to evaluate the unopend one, and check on everything else that might have spoiled, but the instant I picked up the opened one, a huge clot of curdles told a tale nobody needed a nose for. I poured the thin liquid around them down the sink, put the cap back on, and took it out to the garbage can inside a plastic bag, just in case it expanded in the heat or something and leaked. There was more to add to the can, so I did that too, then took a couple turns around the circular raised daylily bed to pull off the spent blossoms so it would look its best when the car pulled up for his first view. They hadn't started to do more than suggest buds when the ambulance took him out. Now we have about 5 different colors showing off, more to come.

There were all sorts of other preparations to make, in order to get both him and his stuff into the car and inside the house. I was just finishing my own breakfast and coffee when I decided to check in with him and verify everything was still go and at the previously set time. Sitting in the bathroom seemed a good time to do so. Multitasking! 

In our  discussion, I asked him when they were serving breakfast, to which he asked me what time it was. I knew what program had just started on the TV, and went by that with my estimation, apologizing for not having better information because there was no clock in the bathroom.

Ahah! I bet  you've already figured it out, haven't you! 

No excuses, just distraction. We both had a chuckle, and hung up our phones to finish getting things ready for his return.