So many papers piled up on my table. Paid bills, unpaid bills, advertisements, receipts, too much…too much.

I need to wade through it all and get my shredder working overtime.

To have all this paper down to manageable proportions will thrill the heck out of me. My recycling cans will work overtime. If I find the energy…

I do not want to be another episode of Hoarders.

I never saw the point in makeup.

Yes, I wore it from time to time. I don’t wear it now.

G thinks I should, now that my hair is getting so gray.

We all know why I getting grayer day by day.

Can you say The Curmudgeon?

One color I don’t like is purple, purple in any shade. Wouldn’t you know it, the frames that looked the best on me were..yep, lilac.

It doesn’t take much to drive me to tears.

To combat this, I start a long campaign of silliness.

I quit celebrating these holidays about the time my Dad died.

I made an effort when Mary’s kids lived with us, but when they left, I quit.

I see no purpose in celebrating something I don’t believe in.

I’ll take Halloween any time. 😉

I have never been an easy one for eye drops or anything near my eyes for that matter. This time was no different. My eyes kept slamming shut on their own volition.

After a complete exam my eyes were not happy with the light.

Healthy eyes!!!! Hurrah! I worry since my mother had macular degeneration. No sign of it or cataracts.

Now if only the drops would wear off and things weren’t so blurred. It’s like looking through very dirty glasses.

New glasses in 10 days.

Yesterday, The Curmudgeon had what I would call a good day.

He got around pretty well and didn’t fall once.

He had a good nap and seemed in better spirits than he has been.

However, last night, he did mention that he thinks he needs to have his antidepressants changed as the old ones seem to not be working.

It saddened me to hear that.

I’m thankful I made it through the day.

I’m thankful The Curmudgeon had a decent day.

I’m thankful he’s gone to bed and the dogs are asleep.

I’m thankful to have a little time to myself.

Had another day of non-stop running around.

Pups had me up early. By the time I got them fed and out twice it was time for me to shower and head out to the doctor’s office.

Doctor put me on another antibiotic in hopes of killing this tickle in my chest. It’s still hanging in there.

Then I had to make a stop at the grocery store. Why do people wait until the last-minute to buy things for a holiday meal? I had to brave the crowd just to get dog food and few things on my list.

We don’t do holidays. It’s just the two of us and who needs to fuss?

From now until after Christmas, I avoid stores as much as possible only buying things I absolutely need and in as few trips as needed.

When I finally got home, the pharmacy called to let us know his medications were ready. I’ll go get them tomorrow. I am not driving in the all idiot traffic again.

So glad I planned on spaghetti for dinner before I took The Curmudgeon for his eye doctor appointment.

His appointment took forever, he’s now showing *baby cataracts* and had some changes in his eyes.

I’m hoping he will see better after he gets his new glasses and his complaints will lessen.

Next week I go for my check up and new glasses.

There are days I feel like Alice, staring in the looking-glass, climbing up on the mantle to try to see around the corner.

I push my face against the glass, hoping that I fall through to the other side, and things are different.

I pray for an escape. Some way to find a bit of joy again.

I miss laughing.

I miss having joy bubble up inside me.

I want a looking-glass to fall through.

If you haven’t noticed…I have not been on my Facebook page a lot.

I intend to continue this practice.

I have enough on my plate, I do not have to deal with people and situations that I don’t like.

There are many of you out there that I absolutely adore.

During this past year I remembered that I don’t like a lot of people for various reasons.

At my age, I know what and who I like rather quickly.