How much fog is too much fog?
Wouldn’t you know it. My new fog machine arrived yesterday and The Curmudgeon decided it was a good time to repair the old one.
**Banging head on the wall**
You couldn’t do that months ago when I asked you to? You waited until I ordered a new one?
Oh well, now I have two. We’ll fog it up like crazy this year. Is there really such a thing as too much fog on Halloween?
What? Again?
Yeah, Tuesday I drove The Curmudgeon to his pain management appointment. They forgot and only gave him one of his three months of prescriptions which we didn’t see until after we got home. Therefore yesterday, I had to take him back there to get his other two prescriptions.
This happens far too often.
The Curmudgeon was not a happy camper.
Nope, I like classic mode better.
WordPress says that this is supposed to be easier to post using this mode of editor. So far they’re wrong in oh so many ways.
I much prefer the classic mode. Here they make it so you have to scroll through eternity trying to find the tags you wish to use. Stupid set up WordPress, the other way was much easier! I’ve given this a try and I am very disappointed in the new editor mode.
It’s back to classic mode for me until you make this better, easier, and not quite so idiotic.
The old pup is soon another year older.
Gavin saw some old friends yesterday. He hadn’t seen them in ages. The old boy acted like a young pup. He does take a lot of joy in seeing old friends. He’s never forgotten a single person he ever met.
It’s fun to see him bounce around and wag his tail like crazy. Some days it’s hard to believe he’ll be thirteen on November first, especially when he’s playing with Lucy. After a while, he does tire out and heads for his crate, peace and quiet, and sleep.
Damned squirrels!
I had five eggplants growing nicely for me. I wasn’t planning to pick them until we had a frost warning. I should have picked them day before yesterday. Who knew the squirrel wars would continue after the tomatoes were gone?
Yesterday, when I went out with the dogs, I found three eggplants on the ground chewed up. DAMN! I quickly picked the remaining two. We will have them with our dinner tonight.
I haven’t seen the hawks much since they cut down so many trees in the cemetery. Maybe I need to hang a sign up there…
Wanted: Squirrel hunters. Apply within.
I passed my 6th year anniversary on WordPress.
It’s hard to believe I’ve been writing this blog for six years now and with hardly missing a day. Admittedly, there have been a few days I haven’t posted, but those days have been few and far between.
My stats are so screwy it’s hard to tell what sort of posts you all prefer. Now is your chance to let me know.
Tell me. What do you want to see more of on this blog?
Improvement?
Day three of The Curmudgeon staying in bed. He moved a tad better and managed a shower. He even went downstairs early in the morning, let the dogs out and fed them. Keeping my fingers crossed that he continues to improve.
Lucy made sure to cuddle with him whenever she got a chance.
He did some clowning around for me so I could show you part of this year’s Halloween costume. Got to love a silly man.
Calling Nurse Lucy.
So far, The Curmudgeon has spent two days in bed. This is not a good thing. Yesterday, he was a bit better than the day before. He’s nowhere near ready to be back downstairs.
Lucy missed her Daddy and kept poking around the gate on the stairs any chance she got. This evening, after dinner, I leashed her and took her upstairs to see him. Once she saw him on his bed, she started wagging her tail like crazy. I lifted her on the bed and she snuggled right down on top of him. Our little bully nurse.
Gavin doesn’t even notice his daddy isn’t downstairs.
I am hoping against hope that The Curmudgeon is feeling a lot better when he wakes up today.
You all have a good one!
She’s looking forward to him back in his chair so she can snuggle like this.
Strange day. Thank you effing MS.
I headed to bed at three in the morning, early for a change. I thought, “Ah hah! I will sleep well and be up in time to relax with my coffee before G and I go out to lunch.”
I should have known better. Any time I make plans The Curmudgeon’s MS rears its ugly head and flings my plans to the four winds. Just dozing off, I hear him calling me. (Crap!) Bounding out of bed, dashing down the hallway my blood pressure jacked through the roof, I find him unable to move. Scared to death, I screamed at him. My language consisted of expletives and I sounded like an educated sailor.
Yeah, I’m an idiot. I am NOT a nurse. I was scared out of my mind.
He had to pee. I cussed some more and helped him with his pee bottle. Then I went back to bed. Just barely begin to doze off when he’s calling for me again for the same reason.
I am not a nice person. I am not prepared to do this. I have no help at all. There is no one who actually gives a shit about us, other than G, nearby and I can’t ask her for help she’s still raw from losing her husband to cancer.
G is the only reason I managed to keep my sanity. She took me to lunch anyway even though I was not sure if I should leave him alone. I didn’t realize how much I needed to get out and away until I went.
Upon returning home, a nicer person appeared.
You all have a good one.
I’ll try to keep my sanity…
A variety of tidbits
Yes, the decorations are beginning to make their way to various locations in the house.
There’s been no progress on Audrey 2, don’t ask. I need to find a starting point.
Needed my Tens unit again yesterday, my back was acting up a bit. I love my Tens, it makes the pain go away so easily.
Gavin and Lucy tired each other out so bad yesterday, that Gavin crawled into his crate, barked to have the door closed and cover dropped, and was out for hours afterwards. Lucy looked like a dead critter on the couch she was so sound asleep.
You all have a good one! I’m going out to lunch today. Whoohoo Red Lobster! G’s treat. Pity The Curmudgeon, he’s not going.
Agatha is back in her spot.
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You all have a good one!
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