Where are they today?
The Curmudgeon was waxing sentimental this past evening, dragging me with him back to high school, a place I would just as soon forget. Only good that ever came out of that place was him.
Anyway, he was talking about old friends and started to wonder what had happened to some of them. Others we already know about or he talks to them still. One friend in particular stood out in those he had no idea what had happened to them.
I decided to try to find out. Wouldn’t you know, I found him on Facebook. I friended him and am hoping he replies. I can’t wait to see The Curmudgeon’s face when I say, “Hey, remember so and so? Well, I found him.”
Maybe I’ll be able to get The Curmudgeon to start his own Facebook page.
Another day
The Curmudgeon had a slightly better day. He was able to walk with the walker. I didn’t have to help him up from the floor. It’s a good thing too.
My back is a shambles again. I didn’t go grocery shopping as planned, instead I spent as much time seated as possible.
I hope to stop and grab a few major items we need while I’m out with G today. Maybe we’ll even squeeze in a farmers market stop before we go home. G is driving, we are going to place she likes, and I have no idea where it is. LOL! Nothing like a mystery trip.
Now it’s time for me to go fire up my Kindle. You all have a good one.
Welcome to our world
The Curmudgeon’s bad days are coming closer together, rougher, and faster. Yesterday was bad enough to make me want to pack up my van, grab the dogs, and run. Other solutions passed through my brain too. Not one of them was anything I’d act on, but I can’t lie and say they weren’t thought of at least once.
If anyone tells you there is help available out there, only believe it if you have barrels of money. For those of us living a tad above the poverty level, it’s another whole world.
While trying to help him, I threw my back out again. Managed to scream at him like a harridan and hate myself for it.
He needs me kind, calm, and loving but I can’t seem to get to that place any more. I’m over tired, over stressed, and I don’t know what all. I don’t like myself very much at the moment.
No one was home in the neighborhood and he didn’t want me to call 911 for help. I managed to find my neighbor’s youngest son and he tried to give us a hand.
This is secondary progressive MS folks. It doesn’t get any better, it only gets worse.
You all have a good one. I’m going to have a glass of wine or a dirty vodka martini.
Newsflash!
After me giving The Curmudgeon both barrels on the need to get his muscles working and in better shape, I heard him using the weight machine.
He was whining the other night about how sore his legs were after a short trip through Home Depot. Yesterday he did some more whining and I went off on him.
Even though it killed me to do it, I read him the riot act because all he does is sit in his chair. If he doesn’t work his muscles they will stop working for him. He may have MS and his nerves may not be normal but by allowing his muscles to atrophy he is helping this disease beat him.
I think he finally got it! Let’s hope he keeps this up and gets his muscles back in working order.
You all have a good one.
A crazy dream
My yard is so out of control I am ready to call in the professionals. If we’d have a couple of days of cooler, dry weather, The Curmudgeon and I might be able to run the mower and trimmer.
We’ve had rain, rain, and more rain with just enough sunshine to make it humid and hot. Of course that means the grass and weeds are growing like mad.
My gardens are in dire need of weeding. I never did get them mulched, so I am paying for that error now. I think after the leaves fall and once the yard is cleaned up, I will start stock piling mulch for spring.
What I really need is several strong and eager volunteers to clean everything up, fill in the pond, and level the yard.
Yeah, I can hear you laughing. I am as well. As if that will ever happen. *Giggle* Not in my lifetime I’m sure.
My big gargoyle is buried under weeds as are my bronze herons.
MS so sucks
The Curmudgeon went with our friend to get a part for our leaking flush valve flapper. His friend replaced it for us today. Yay, no more running toilet to cost us $$. We should see the water bill go down a tad. Thank you R for doing the repair.
Unfortunately, The Curmudgeon went with our friend to get the replacement part. Why unfortunately you ask? Because after being out in the heat, he was shot for the rest of the day and night.
It drives The Curmudgeon crazy that he can’t even do the simple jobs around here anymore. According to the dogs, he even needs help to make his own toast.
Close encounters of the Bull Terrier kind
This is for Linda.
Over the years, my body has taken great punishment from our bull terriers. Cement block noggins to nose or face are common. Heads rammed into shins and other tender places too.
One time Malcolm stepped directly in front of me at the top of the back porch steps while I was carrying a tray of hot dogs outside to put on the grill. I didn’t see it coming, he never crossed in front of me like that before. Need I say the hot dogs never made it to the grill? I fell over my knee-high road block, flew far enough forward to land half on the lawn and half on the concrete sidewalk without knocking myself unconscious.
My hip slammed into the concrete so hard that I had a hip to knee sized blackened bruise the likes I’d never seen before and hope I never see again.
The Curmudgeon was on the second floor roof and didn’t hear my cries for help. Malcolm did, but he was too busy snarfing down hot dogs to care. Thank goodness my next door neighbor heard me and came to my rescue and helped me to my feet while I took inventory to see what body parts sustained damages. As luck would have it, I didn’t break anything.
The culprit.
Shhhhhhh….
Poor Patty, all worn out from a busy day of barking at the UPS man, snoozing in her crate, and snoozing in Daddy’s chair.
Meanwhile, by seven p.m. Gavin is waiting for someone to tuck him in.
The harvest from the potted garden so far…
So far we’ve enjoyed several fresh tomatoes, even gave G a couple. We’ve had two nice eggplants. One we had a week or two ago and one we enjoyed for our dinner last night. We might get two or three more from the plants if the weather holds up.
We did not get more than two lousy looking peppers, the early and long heat destroyed the plants. I replanted the one pot with romaine lettuce and that is looking rather nice so far.
I planted two pots, that are small enough to bring inside, with rosemary. First sign of frost in they come! We’ve enjoyed the pots of fresh rosemary, chives, and basil all summer.
Fair pictures!
Had our funnel cake, sausage sandwiches, and lemonade. Got some giggles in, exhausted ourselves, and had some fun which G and I needed.
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