1. One constraint on my day to day life since the transplant that, weirdly enough, bothers me significantly is that I am to not scoop or clean out Copper's litter box. Since I decided to adopt Luna (RIP) and Copper, I willingly accepted that it would be my job to keep the litter box as hospitable as possible for them.
Debbie has been great about assuming this responsibility and today she undertook the huge and unsavory job of dumping Copper's old litter, cleaning out his litter box, and replacing the old litter with new.
It's a pretty nasty job and I sorely wanted to be doing it, not only to relieve Debbie of the task, but as another way I can help Copper have as contented a life as possible.
Debbie, with a tiny bit help from me, completed the task.
I'm hoping that some of the litter pan related problems (strong odor, lack of clumping, Copper pooping near but not in the pan) we've had might be resolved by the litter pan having fresh litter.
Also, I'm wondering -- is my immune system strong enough that if I wore a mask (or two) and vinyl gloves and washed my hands vigorously afterward that I could go back to helping out with litter box duty?
I know other transplant recipients do it.
2. When I traveled to Eugene nearly a month ago, I got out of my book reading routine.
When I returned, I spent a lot of time catching up on NYTimes crossword puzzles I'd neglected while reading so much and while on my trip.
Today, I returned to reading.
I once again opened the book Bridge of Birds again.
I realized immediately that I had already forgotten what I read weeks ago when I started the book.
So I started over.
I'm really glad I did.
I had, indeed, forgotten a lot that I'd read before and now I think I'm back in the swing of this book's story and hope to give it a lot of attention on Sunday.
3. I'm always ready to cook, but it's always a pleasure when Debbie says, "I'll fix dinner tonight."
Tonight Debbie took us back to our days as kids and teenagers and fixed pork chops in a gravy that included Cream of Mushroom soup.
She also took us well beyond the days of our youth by beautifully roasting fresh asparagus, a side dish I never experienced until many years after I was out in the world on my own, and fixing us a pot of couscous, one of my favorite foods that I began preparing for myself in my thirties.
Debbie has a knack I really enjoy for cooking dinners that combine cooking styles we grew up with ways of eating we switched to later in life and, believe me, she makes this blending work!
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