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I don’t like to shop. I’m weird that way.
I wish I knew why I have such an aversion to shopping. Grocery or other, it doesn’t matter, I don’t like doing it.
Doing it with someone takes some of the edge off for me, but still, shopping to me is sheer torture.
Could it be the spending of money? I don’t think so but you never know.
Are you a shopper or are you like me and hate to shop?
“You could go buy me a nudder ball Momma. I luvz dis.”
“You have two of those already, Lucy.”
“Butz thwee would be more bedder.”
“I’m not saying my sissie is greedy…oh yeah, yes, yes I am.”
If you are new here you might want to read my About Me page.
For those who are new to my blog:
I call my husband The Curmudgeon. He has secondary progressive MS.
We have two Bull Terriers. Gavin a standard Bull Terrier who will soon be 14 years old and Lucy a large mini Bull Terrier who is a rescue and approximately 4 to 5 years old.
If you need to know more go to the tab marked About Me.
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Hurry up Mom, come back to the couch and get off the computer.
Rainy day
With it comes the rainy day blahs. Not the blues, the blahs.
Woke up with no desire to do anything. Not unusual before coffee, but even with two cups on board, I still felt like doing nothing.
Gloomy, dreary, blah day. Even the pups weren’t interested in anything but dozing the day away.
The Curmudgeon spent the day being more curmudgeonly than usual.
Oh, how I long for a life on the beach where, even with rain, I can enjoy watching the waves.
Overview
So there’s rain predicted for the next couple of days. Happy to see it, we’ve been a bit dry lately.
Lucy’s boyfriend and his brother made quick work of the magnolia tree branches so there’s that off my list of things that need doing before winter.
I’m sure my mowers will appreciate having more headroom too.
Caulking, cement work, and other things will, hopefully get finished before the cold weather hits us.
I would rather be out of here long before then and moved to my dream beach home…but, that is a dream.
Blue moon
At least we had a clear sky to see the full moon. The last few full moons, we had rain and heavy cloud cover.
I wish I could have enjoyed the full moon while standing on a beach.
Gorgeous moon, lovely clear sky, peace in the household tonight.
Happiness to you all.
Update on The Curmudgeon….
Sometime next week, The Curmudgeon will begin a round of new medication. Rebiff. It was approved.
He’s not thrilled that it is an injectable he must give himself 3 times a week.
He hated the once a week one. However, that one was intramuscular whereas this one is subcutaneous. A much smaller and shorter needle.
He’s still very nervous about it. He never was one for needles.
Finding my center
What grounds and centers you? For me it’s working in my gardens.
I found some time to do that yesterday. It felt good.
In the back of the yard, I’ve cleared the dead stuff out of the zebra grass, and weeded the lemon balm bed. Later I began weeding the far end of the side garden. Tomorrow I’ll continue there and do some mulching so my hard work doesn’t come undone immediately upon the first heavy rain.
I finished tired, sweaty, and probably a bit more sore than I’d like, but that’s okay because I feel more like me.
MS, it’s a long goodbye
Over the last two weeks I’ve felt the tremendous outpouring of love from people all over the world. I appreciate it more than you can imagine.
As a caregiver there are too many times where I feel angry, hateful, and more than a little ready to throw in the towel.
I often feel as though I’ve lost myself somewhere. I’ve lost the person I once was in the pressures and helplessness of everyday life with someone with secondary progressive MS.
I see, each day, how much The Curmudgeon has gone away from me and am often overwhelmed with the desire to run away. To leave him before he goes away so it won’t hurt so much. Because my Dears, the pain of watching and not being able to help is harder than the pain of the guilt that would come with running.
Then, of course, I realize I can’t run. I have no escape, no way to go, no outside income, no one would employ me at my age and lack of a good resume. I must stay and watch him leave me every day, with no ease, no respite, no hope, and only the outpouring of affection from friends to make me take another step forward another day.
If it weren’t for friends and silly dogs, I don’t know where I’d be tomorrow.
Release the Kraken!
Gavin speaks out.
I habs to tell youzall a secwet. Dogtor Fuzzlemenz gibbed me someting I neber had befoah.
She gibbed me mushymewwows! I liked dem!
Da Momma went an boughted me a whole bag ob dem! But she sez I haz ta share dem wiff dat stinkerpotz sissy of minez. Phooey. I gonna be apiggy an eatz az meny az I can.
Oh bother
G came over and we dug out some tulips, daffodils, grape hyacinth, narcissus, bleeding hearts, sweet woodruff, and another ground cover. It doesn’t look as though we touched it.
The Curmudgeon went to fill a prescription and didn’t I get a phone call from him to drop everything and bring him his spare keys, he locked his keys in the truck. Not like I was busy or anything…
Took The Curmudgeon to his first physical therapy at the new place. A 4:00 p.m. appointment is not a good thing for him since he was already tired before he got there.
I plugged my MP3 player into my ears and turned on my Kindle while they did their work with him. I’d listened to his pissing and moaning all day I figured they could take it for a while and I could escape into a good book with some music. I do wish waiting area chairs were easier on ones’ back though.
See my flowers?
I really do need a vacation
For the last week The Curmudgeon has had bad days most days. Therefore, I am running on minimum sleep.
Minimum sleep means a very cranky me. No amount of coffee can cover it.
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