Rainy days
Far too many rainy days in a row.
Lucy is miserable.
So am I.
Sun, we need sun to take the edge off.
Sun to bring back some form of sanity.
Today’s Tee shirt.
You should be scared
I know I am.
I am my husband’s caregiver. We live on a single disability SS check.
I cannot collect SS because, oh yes, I need 40 working hours more to get any. Can I get 40 hours? Nope, I am my husband’s caregiver and I can’t leave him alone to go work for that 40 hours I need.
Also who’s going to hire me? Yep, no one.
Why? Because quite a few years ago I ruined my work record by quitting jobs to go to Texas several times to be my sister’s caregiver/advocate.
Now we are under the threat of having what little money we have coming in getting slashed to ribbons by a misogynistic prick and his cronies.
I have a message for the orange troll.
Humans, the death of our world
They say that if all of humanity disappeared the earth would heal itself and nature would take everything back.
Maybe that should happen.
We will be the death of our world if we stay the greedy, selfish, pigs that we are.
Pick up your trash.
Protect the land, water, and air.
Stop putting yourselves first.
Give back instead of taking.
Nothing like old TV shows
Unamused by present day TV shows last night, I turned to one of those channels that runs old shows.
I completely enjoyed watching Columbo and Kolchak the Night Stalker.
I’d forgotten how much I enjoyed some of those old shows especially when compared to the idiocy of today’s reality crap TV.
It was nice to follow a story and not have to listen to idiots talking about themselves.
What cha watching Lucy?
Yep, that might just be winter out there…
Snow.
Yuck, we got some.
Thank goodness, not in horrible amounts, so far.
Lucy, like me, is not thrilled.
Gavin doesn’t mind it a bit.
The Curmudgeon barely notices anything other than the TV screen.
That’s enough winter.
Where did the night go?
One minute I am watching TV, petting Lucy, and the next I am waking to my 2 a.m. pill alarm.
I don’t remember anything after The Curmudgeon going up to bed.
Is love enough?
I always thought it was.
It may have been at one time.
Now, I’m not so sure.
Maybe because we’ve dealt with his MS for so long and he’s in such a steady decline.
Maybe, if I had help with the every day things so that when the not-so-every-day stuff happens, I had the rest behind me to deal with it better.
Young, dumb, and happy …so long ago
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