Revise the plan again

Went to swimming class on Tuesday, and have been barely able to walk since.  I'm hoping this is the cortisone injection slowly wearing off, and have an appointment in early April for another. But this can't be considered functional.  The previous class had also taken four days before I was recovered enough  to take any sort of active role around here.  So, no more swimming until I get back from Cuba.

The power cooking is going well, but even so,  I have had to modify the method.  I am no longer firing up every stove and pot in the kitchen and spending two days doing nothing but cook.  Rather I am tackling one major project at a time and using the slow cookers to best advantage.  The first day we processed two BIG packages of lean hamburger making up 11 patties, and 36 meatballs.  The meatballs were browned off and then put in the slow cooker for 4 hours with French's Ragout sauce. Twelve meals in the freezer. Yesterday a big package of 13 chicken thighs were browned off and put in the slow cooker with a package of French's Mushroom gravy mix and two cans of cream of mushroom soup along with a can of water.  I also made a wild rice and sausage casserole, ate one meal and put another in the freezer.  My plan for this weekend was to make a BIG batch of tomato meat sauce and freeze 4 lasagnes and four meals of spaghetti sauce, but after doing grocery shopping today, we decided to spend the weekend doing the rest of the preparation for the trip, and power cook when we get home.

I read your post Cathy.  Does receiving your "gift" mean that you are any closer to working for the new employer?  How is the treatment for your insomnia working?  My heart was in my mouth reading of your trips through the snow drifts.  But then, even  once you are retired, you have to venture out at some point, although you will have more choice about when you do it.

My "first born" is 45 years old today.  If I'm honest, I can't even claim to be a child bride.  Did I tell you that Jeremy is now driving?  David arranged this morning to have a wheelchair for me to navigate the airport, going and coming.  I don't think I'm entirely looking forward to my birthday this year.  Looking in the mirror, I can't even lie to myself, anymore. Maybe tonight is a night to enjoy a glass of wine.