Bye-bye pond
This is the pond all filled in.
Next, move plants, then level the ground.
I will miss my lovely pond.
Wanted:
Volunteers to help move plants and level lawn.
What’s really going to happen:
No one will help.
Some plants will get moved.
Some will get mowed over.
I’ll work my ass off for the rest of the summer just trying to get the yard level.
Better… not great but better
The Curmudgeon had a better day yesterday. He was able to walk the dogs out into the yard in the morning and did fairly well until the afternoon when he needed a nap. After his nap he was okay until bed time. He goes to bed before 7 p.m. Gavin agrees with him on the time.
It seems that Little Lucy Lu is a bit of a night owl. I don’t mind, she keeps me company. Although last night I had to put some peanut butter in the Kong to keep her busy while I cleaned the kitchen. I didn’t need her tripping me. She was happy to have the treat.
You all have a good one. I’m heading to bed early with hopes that I actually fall asleep.
I haz my Daddy.
I gibz him kizzez.
Not a good day
We had a real bad day here yesterday. Bad enough that I had to call 911 to get someone here to help get The Curmudgeon up off the floor. Every five minutes he was asking me for something which, of course, meant I had to climb a flight of steps or two depending on what I was doing at the time. It’s days like this, that turn me into a person I really don’t like one bit.
I am not a nurse. I never chose to go into that profession for a very good reason. I do not do well with sick people. I don’t do bed pans well, nor do I have any desire to excel at this. I am not a nice person when forced into this occupation.
It’s like denying me coffee for a week. I get cranky, real cranky.
For anyone who thinks it will get better. No it won’t, it will get worse. This is Secondary Progressive Multiple Sclerosis. This is not a bad cold, a heart attack, or anything that can cured by surgery or medications. They can try to manage it with medications but there is no cure and things are all down hill from here.
What he needs is to have friends stop by often so I don’t have to be right there every minute. I have dogs, a house, a garden, yard, and all the chores that go with it that I need to do to survive day-to-day.
What is beyond me at the moment…I need a leaky toilet replaced, safety bars hung, the mess in my attic that the roofer left cleaned up. I even wonder if I’ll ever get the cleaning caught up. I haven’t yet.
You all have a good one…
MS wastes him away
It’s been a while since I’ve seen The Curmudgeon’s bare legs. When did they get so skinny and weak? Since when have I been married to a ninety-year-old man? Those of you who know him and haven’t seen him for a while would notice how bad he looks.
He doesn’t get around well these days although he’s still on a cane more than his walker. His face shows more age now than it did a year ago. Even his voice has aged drastically. I tell him he needs to use the weights we have to get some muscle tone back into his legs and arms, but he ignores me.
At least Lucy gets him moving a bit more. She will bug him to play with her with the Kong until he throws it for her several times.
My night shadow
It seems that once The Curmudgeon goes to bed, she becomes my shadow.
I’m not sure if Gavin is happy about this or not.
He’s usually asleep when she does this.
So, maybe he doesn’t know.
You all have a good one!
A clean bill of health
Waiting for her name to be called.
Still waiting…
Charming the reception staff
So cute!
She gave kisses to everyone she met
Waiting in the exam room
This is where her big brother will hide under the chairs
What is under there?
She even snooped in a drawer the tech opened.
Ready for my exam!
You had to violate my starfishie, really?!
Adventure?
We’z going on an adventure today! Da Momma sez I getz to meetz my new dogtorz later dis afternoonz.
She sez she’z taking da camera wiff us.
Eggzpectz kewl picturez tomorrow!
Mending the shattered heart
As each dog left our lives we cried and mourned and felt as though our hearts, shattered to bits, would never recover. However, hearts are resilient if you allow them to be.
You allow another fur baby to burrow into your heart and glue the shattered pieces back where they belong. Each one is different and brings a new joy. If you shy away from ‘ever having another one’ you don’t give your heart the healing it needs.
If you’ve recently lost a beloved fur baby, take heart, there’s always another one who needs you as much (or more) as you need it. Let someone in your heart to glue it back together.
Our little heart mender
Her big brudder.
You gonna eat that?
What is that?
Am I gonna like it?
We is having a snuggle you may leave us alone.
A little privacy please.
Oh my! Talk about giving someone the stink eye.
There are days…
A friend, who lives down the street, stopped by this afternoon to bring us The Curmudgeon’s truck registration and insurance papers. He found them near his house. Yes, someone got into The Curmudgeon’s truck. Again. This time they didn’t break the windows to get in, they simply opened the freaking door. My darling husband left his truck unlocked. He’s so lucky he only lost an old wallet that the papers were in and the key for his wheel locks. (Assholes!)
The group of brats, who are now older, and much worse than when they began to damage things around here several years ago, was back to their old tricks today. Sometimes I wish it was legal to shoot idiots. Although, around here, I’d run out of ammunition pretty darned quick.
At least the dogs kept us laughing.
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