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The Curmudgeon’s birthday
It was yesterday.
He forgot it was his birthday.
G reminded him when she told him happy B-day over the phone.
I made sure he had dessert with his dinner. We don’t do much for our birthdays.
G and I take each other out to lunch for ours. LOL
I’m taking her out on Thursday.
She’ll take me out in March.
She barked at it…
Took Lucy out this morning to do her business, she peed, and I was waiting for her to poop when a large red helicopter began to hover overhead.
She kept sniffing around but then sat down, looked up at the spy in the sky, and barked at it.
She then looked at me and ran for the back door instead of doing her business.
I wonder what she said to the helicopter. Any ideas?
I swear I am losing my mind
In the kitchen, I think, “I should look that up.”
By the time I get to my computer…eight steps…I’ve forgotten what I wanted to look up.
Are you effing kidding me?
I retrace my steps in the hope that it stimulates me to remember…nope.
An open letter to healthcare workers
Dear healthcare workers,
I am a 64 year-old woman. I do not appreciate you calling me names like sweetie, honey, or anything other than my name. Even when I am older I won’t change my mind on this.
I am not your honey or your sweetie–we’ve most likely just met and probably under the worst of circumstances. I deserve respect and I do not consider pet names used by a total stranger a sign of respect.
If I am older than you and you haven’t asked me my name yet, M’am works fine.
If I have been a patient for a long time, Mrs. or Mz Hauser is appropriate.
Sincerely,
Me
Life with a giant 3 year old
Or Life with a man who has secondary progressive MS.
I never thought a person could possibly groan as much as he does every minute of every day. (Groaning not done when he thinks I am out of hearing range.)
The standard cry of “I can’t find it.” While turning in circles, a daily occurrence.
Constant whining.
Saying things like, “You’re supposed to swallow it not inhale it.” As he coughs, gags, and chokes at each meal.
Listening to a constant stream of gibberish as he mumbles away about some damned thing on TV. (I am reading a book or am on my computer and NOT interested.)
*sigh*
Not a bad day…
G and I went to the farmers market today. The Curmudgeon was out of his bar cookies so we for sure had to pick those up. First time around the market I told our lady at the dry fruit and more stand, we’d be back around and pick up his cookies then–she had them ready for us when we got back there.
I had a bag of onions from the grocery store that I had to throw away because they were too strong. I picked up some sweet red onions today.
Of course I’ve been hungry for a good grilled cheese so I picked up some smoked gouda to add to the white American he insists they have to be made of and mine will taste better than his. He doesn’t care for the Gouda in his.
Picked up a lovely breakfast pecan ring at one pastry stand and some sushi for my lunch at Mr. BeeLee’s stand.
Lucy the butterscotch addict
This is Lucy waiting for The Curmudgeon to come down from his nap so she can mooch his butterscotch off him.
Holy cow, someone set off a lemon bomb in my Amazon order!
Yep, you heard me right.
I had a large order from Amazon arrive today. When I opened the box it reeked of lemon. Not a light, soft lemon. A strong, chemical, headache producing lemon fragrance embalmed each item in the box.
Touching said items resulted in my hands smelling of lemon.
It was a case of HOLY CRAP THAT’S LEMON!
Fortunately an Amazon customer service person was very sweet and sympathetic. I returned all but the clothing items (they could be washed and were in plastic bags.)
I had Kamika in the giggles as I described the offensive package.
“Man, I opened the box and was punched in the nose by a lemon bomb. (giggle) Why would someone think it was okay to send it out like that? Holy crap. My entire downstairs now smells like we were invaded by the lemon drop kid in triplicate. You have to picture my dog taking one sniff of the box and running to hide in her crate. She’s still there with her head buried in her stinky blanket.”
Kamika expedited the return pick up and replacement. Like next day delivery even.
I probably wouldn’t have worried except most of the items in the box were edible items–vitamins etc.
10 points to Gryffindor–I mean Kamika!
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Wow…4 TB!
The new computer is quiet and thanks to Nicholas it has two, 2 TB hard drives.
Nice.
Color me happy.
It all sucks.
I know I am not alone when I say I have some days where I wonder, ‘Why bother?”
Those days where crawling out of bed hardly seems worth it.
I do believe if Lucy wasn’t there snuggling up and hoping I’ll soon get her her breakfast, I wouldn’t bother getting up.
The struggle is real folks.
I look around at everything that needs to be done, I feel the weight of it all settle on my shoulders, and it makes getting up a chore. It drains my energy before my feet hit floor.
I am often bitter and angry at The Curmudgeon for, even though he”s still here, leaving me, leaving me with no support, with no joy, no reason to bother with it all.
Good thing I love her…
I was at the vets today to pick up two of Lucy’s medications.
One for her slightly leaky bladder. Proin, it works great. She takes a half a tablet a day and her prescription lasts quite a while. And she doesn’t leak.
Unfortunately it needed refilling at the same time her 6 doses of Simparica (flea and tick med.) needed refilling.
Therefore the bill was quite high.
Yep, good thing I love her so much…
Back to a desk top
And loving it!
The Curmudgeon finally replaced my desk top that he got hacked and turned into a huge paper weight.
I am so happy to have my large screen monitor with print large enough I don’t need to tilt my head back to use the bifocals to read it. Thus sparing me neck pain.
I don’t have to sit leaning forward, I can lean back in my chair and relax.
So happy!
Compare the lap top screen with my large monitor.
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