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Sometimes people are wonderful!

     The day before yesterday was a horrible day here.  The Curmudgeon’s MS knocked him for a heck of a loop.  I had to get G’s husband over to help get him up from the floor.  Knowing we were heading over to the courthouse the next day stressed me out.  I could not see him trying to walk into the building at all.

     Yesterday we had to go to the courthouse to the registrar of wills office to meet our attorney and do a ton of paperwork.  I couldn’t sign the papers for The Curmudgeon, he HAD to be there.  Fortunately, he had a better day and was able to walk into the building.  It wouldn’t have been necessary because they were willing to come out to the car to do it all!  He didn’t have to stand, they took us to a small office where he could sit comfortably.  Before we knew it and with a minimum of fuss it was over and we were on our way home.

     I can’t get over how accommodating they were for him.  It’s  sad, but I’ve found that this is a rare thing.

     Thank you registrar of wills!  You were wonderful!

     You all have a good one!

I took the camera to the rose gardens yesterday…

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Sometimes I truly wonder about people.

     I can’t believe the people in Wisconsin allowing that man to continue in office like they did.  I know several people who live there, they all voted against him, and yet he managed to snag just enough votes to stay in.  When will people learn?  He’s only going to screw them all in the end.   People of Wisconsin, be prepared to bend over and get it from behind.

     Then there are our federal government officials who are more concerned about what we women do with our reproductive systems than good health care for all American citizens.  I don’t see them trying to regulate men’s reproductive systems.  They aren’t doctors, they are the idiots that we put in office.  What they seem to forget is we put them in there and we can take them out.  All it takes is a trip to the voting booth. 

     And what’s with government trying to tell us what to eat and drink.  Excuse me but methinks they overstep their bounds.  I don’t drink sugary drinks but I’ll march for anyone else to have the right to do so.

     You all have a good one.

Do you meditate?

     I am trying to get the hang of meditating.  For someone like me, it isn’t an easy task.  I do have one lovely guided meditation CD that I’m hoping will work and there’s another on its way to me.   I’ve always had trouble grounding and centering.

     I wasn’t raised in a family where  meditation was a daily occurrence.  You took things as they came, put one foot in front of the other, and pushed on.  You didn’t whine and complain.

     I’m hoping to ‘get it’ to get that centered, grounded, and relaxed state of balance I so need now.  I felt as though I’d almost made a breakthrough in a yoga class I took a couple of years back but soon afterwards the class ended, the place upped the prices, and I had to stop going. 

     I have a feeling that if I succeed, I will have the tools to jump-start my creativity.  So I ask you, do you meditate?  Have you been able to find your balance?  Do you have any suggestions?

     You all have a good one.

The pond lilies are opening.

Breaking in the new neighbors…

     Unfortunately, in this neighborhood where most of us own our homes, and have done so for over twenty years, we do have a couple of rental properties.  These are owned by absentee landlords from another state.  One such place is across the street and the turn-over is horrific.

     The new neighbors moved in this week.  So far they’ve had two extremely loud parties and tons of people who are determined to either park in our driveway or block it.  Neither goes over well with us.  With both The Curmudgeon and me having medical conditions, we need the ability to leave on a moment’s notice.  I don’t have time to hunt down some stranger who has parked in front of or in our driveway. 

     I just had a discussion with one person about not blocking our driveway.  I told them that the ‘free getting to know you’ period was over and the next car to park in or block the driveway will have the police called on them and the gift of a ticket.  I hope they got the message.

     I would never dream of blocking or parking in someone’s private driveway but then I was raised to respect other people and their property.  Sigh, it seems to be a lost art these days.

     You all have a good one!

The final item out of the MIL’s house!

 

The last piece that needed to come home.  It should arrive sometime today!

The Curmudgeon is better today.

You all have a good one!

You want drama? Take my yesterday, please!

     The Curmudgeon collapsed on the back porch yesterday.  For the life of me, I couldn’t get him on his feet.  I ran over and got two of my neighbors to help him.  This was all before my first cup of coffee, therefore I was cranky.  I hate being cranky with him.  I know it’s not his fault that these things happen.

     I spent the rest of the day running back and forth doing whatever he needed to have done.  If I cussed and babbled it was because of fear.  I also apologized to him for doing so.  It seemed as though I didn’t get a minute to rest when I’d be hopping up again to get something for him.  He knows I love him but I’m sure I made him feel awful a couple of times where I was so tired I felt as though I couldn’t catch my breath.  Better I cuss a bit than bottle all that fear and frustration inside.

     I curse all those MS agencies and societies that claim they help.  They don’t.  If they did, I might have a few solutions on how to better deal with days like this.  I’d have help for his bad days so I don’t end up back in the hospital.  It seems that once MS goes into Secondary Progressive even the doctors tend to back away.  Don’t give me sympathetic looks, don’t roll your eyes at me when I ask what’s available in the way of help, we aren’t a research project we are human beings at the ends our ropes.

     Once The Curmudgeon settled into bed for the night, I poured a glass of Chocovine.  It was a long chase but I finally caught my breath.

     You all have a good one!  I’m going to try.

When I came home all my iris were in bloom

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Dang, I really need to find some energy somewhere and weed the gardens.

I hate grocery shopping more and more

     The store wasn’t crowded so that wasn’t it.  The clerk at the check out was neither surly nor slow, she was quite pleasant and quick.  I hate trudging down aisle after aisle, loading bag after bag into my car, and then unloading the car once I get home.  Even putting the things away has become more a hateful chore than anything.

      By the time I get the car unloaded and the groceries put away I’m so tired I can hardly see straight.  All I want to do is go take a nap.  However, that’s not possible because it is almost dinner time.

     I have dogs barking at me for their dinners.  The Curmudgeon asking me, “What’s for dinner?”  Can I stop and take a short break for maybe five minutes? 

     Okay, now give me a little cheese to go with my whine…we all need to whine occasionally.

     You all have a good one!

Tree rat wars revisited

     Devil squirrels!  Tree Rats!!!  They’ve chewed through the cords for my tree lights.  Not just one string of lights have they ruined but they have taken out one extension cord and the cord to my Bethlehem star light.  This means war…again.

     When I see them in my yard, I take the dogs out.  They love to bark at the tree rats and chase them away.  If the dogs are down for their naps I go out and chase the danged fuzzy tailed bandits.  I vow to give them no peace in my yard.  Maybe they’ll decide that other yards are more to their liking.

It’s not mine…

     The Curmudgeon had his doctor’s appointment yesterday.  He was gone and back before I got out of bed.  When I came downstairs my first question to him was, “Well, how did the appointment go?”

     He replied, “I’m pregnant!”

     After I finished giggling and caught my breath, which took quite a while, I said, “Oh?  And what makes you say that?”

     The doctor put him on prenatal vitamins for his anemia.

     You all have a good one!