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Two down one to go
We have The Curmudgeon’s appointments out of the way.
His are a logistics nightmare. Making sure he is ready to go an hour before the appointment because he will invariably have to find at least ten things to do when we should be walking out the door. Then getting him to the van and loading him and his rollator into it.
Making sure I have all the paperwork he needs to have on hand to fill out all the paperwork they want filled out–yeah, paperless my Aunt Fanny.
Seems every single time we go to any of his doctors they have a mountain of paper work for him to fill out. Well, he can’t see that well and his writing is unreadable so can you guess who gets to fill everything out?
I often question the line “are you afraid of being hurt?”
If the caregiver is the one filling out the form and if they are abusive… how would they answer that one?
Must be the mystery writer in me.
I’m not making light of the importance of that question just the fact that I see so many caregivers are the ones filling out the questionnaires. Maybe they should have a couple of designated questionnaire writers for impaired patients because having the possible abuser filling them out defeats the purpose of the question.
Besides, I am so tired of filling those things out that I want to scream when they hand me a stack of papers.
Next appointment is mine. I go alone. I take my kindle. I am ready in plenty of time. I relax.
My newest Tee
So who the hell bakes 4 cookies at 3 a.m.?
So who the hell bakes 4 cookies at 3 a.m.?
I did.
I am so glad I don’t order the cookies from 5 Star Home Foods each time we order.
Bad enough when they gift us a free bag of our choice of cookies. LOL
Today’s shirt
Before my back gave out…
Before my back gave out, I managed to fill three huge trash cans with vines, tree branches, and weeds.
Our over-grown jungle of a yard doesn’t look like I touched it at all.
*Sigh*
Tomorrow begins the first of three days of doctor appointments in a row, two for him one for me.
I predict a few delivery meals this week.
The Curmudgeon is wearing this shirt to his neurologist appointment .
While you go through your day, please pause, take some time, and remember…
Never forget… 9/11
Hurricanes blow…Fires burn
I hope all the people in the paths of these monster hurricanes manage to stay safe.
Please don’t forget our people who are in the firestorms.
We should all prepare to help in any way we can.
Let’s prove to the world that we are not as heartless as #45 and the Republicans.
Give what you can…be it money, supplies, or muscle.
Yummy tomato!
I let the tomato ripen a few more days. Sliced it and served with our 5 Star Home Foods Sole Filets–stuffed with crab meat, scallops, shrimp and lobster.
What a tasty dinner!
The eggplant was delicious
This time I breaded and pan fried the eggplant. Probably my favorite way to make it.
The Curmudgeon likes it best this way too.
Nope, didn’t get a picture of it. Sorry.
Ooooooopossum!
So glad I spotted him wandering through the yard long before I took Lucy out.
I’ve grown lax on checking the yard before sending her out.
Usually it’s skunks.
This time it was an opossum.
https://www.mnn.com/earth-matters/animals/stories/10-things-you-didnt-know-about-opossums
Once upon a time
Is no more.
We used to have each other to hold.
No more.
We danced.
No more.
We enjoyed each other.
No more.
I miss us.
But we are no more.
We live in the same house.
I feel all alone.
Once upon a time this was us:
The need is overwhelming
I need to get writing again. I really do.
I wish I had the heart to do it. The ambition.
I’ve lost the drive.
Humor? I don’t know where it went.
Watching the destruction in Texas and the orange troll making it all about him and his photo ops makes me so dreadfully sad for the state of this country.
Sure there are people helping people but when congressmen and senators join the idiot in charge in pissing on us all with lousy picks for key positions in the EPA and other agencies I can’t bring myself to be proud of this damned nation.
I can’t find any humor in #45’s idiotic comments these days. All I see there is insanity and the death knell of all we know.
What we need now is:
Fall has arrived
Night time temperatures down to the low fifties.
Having to actually close windows here and there.
Thinking about soups and stews for dinners.
Dreading the piles of leaves to come.
Wishing winter would hold off and be short and mild. Hearing all sorts of forecasts of a nasty winter to come. Not happy.
At least it is good sleeping weather.
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