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My new finial for the newel post

 

    A few weeks ago, DH took a stumble at the bottom of the stairs and knocked the ceramic pineapple off the top of the antique newel post, smashing it into a million bits.  We had a ceramic pineapple on it because the post came to us without a finial. 

     When we first put the newel post in, I’d looked all over for a finial to top it but had no luck.  Then one day I saw the pineapple and knew it’d cover the hole on top of the post.  I bought it, painted it, and glued it on.  It wasn’t perfect but it worked.

     So there I was without a finial again.  I began a search online and this time came across someone who made proper wood ones on E-bay.  I don’t have a paypal account, nor am I a member on E-bay, but I knew someone who was…I contacted Chuck.  I showed him the finial I wanted, he ordered it for me, and delivered it yesterday.

     I have to tell you this person does excellent work.  The finial is a perfect fit.  Now all I have to do is match the antique stain and finish of the post.

There are bad days and there are good days

 

     Some days, I find myself terrified out of my wits when I see DH having trouble getting around.  Yesterday was one of those days.  More hot weather had his MS in an uproar after he was only outside for a little while.

     When he can barely walk from one end of the room to the other, tears make my vision swim.  My heart weighs heavy in my chest as I watch him struggle to stand upright.  I can hear my brain screaming, “I can’t do this.”  Then my heart speaks up and says, “You love him.  Yes you can.”  Yes, I can do this.  No matter what my fears, I can overcome them and be here for him.

     I’ve learned only to offer my help when he is at his worst.  Any other time, he growls at me.  I know he doesn’t mean to be such a bear but sometimes it’s his only defense against feeling helpless. 

     Then there are those special days when I wander downstairs from an inadequate night’s sleep to find he’s poured my coffee and he has it fixed exactly the way I like it.  Then he smiles at me and I fall in love with him all over again.  We can do this no matter what his MS throws at us.

Home of the mooches

 

     Sometimes we have to share what we’re eating with the pups.  It’s either do that or suffer through ‘the mooch.’  Gavin will rest his head on your knee and droooooool.  Patty will sit directly in front of you and staaaaare at you.

     If we open the freezer for an ice-cube, we must pay the toll of one for each dog or suffer the consequences.  The walking blockade maneuver is the most frequent consequence and they use that on DH.  I don’t have a problem walking so when they try it on me I can easily push them aside.

     Never open a banana in this house and expect to eat it all.  These dogs can hear the skin tear and will pop out of a sound sleep for some.

     DH likes gummies and these too he must share.  The pups get only the teensiest of samples, but it’s either he gives them some or they’ll poke him to death.

Calgon, take me away!

 

     With the MIL’s house almost ready for painting, I had hoped my stress levels would drop knowing we might be able to put it on the market soon. 

     Then we got the county tax, city tax, and school real estate tax bills for the house.  EEEEEKS!!!!  I can’t believe how high they are when compared to ours.  Double taxes, double utilities, double maintenance, this completely sucks.  Moreover, we haven’t received the estimate for the roof repairs yet and we still have to pay for the funeral.

     Excessive stress doesn’t help when it comes to writing.  I find myself getting easily distracted all the time.  Even reading, which for me is a passion, is difficult.  All I can do is wait it out and hope for the best.

Movie day

 

     G and I finally went to see the last Harry Potter movie.  We had a good time.  There were only a few other people in the theater with us.  That’s why we wait so long to go to these.  We both hate crowded theaters.  Naturally, I forgot to bring my denim shirt to cover my arms and didn’t wear sneakers and socks.  I froze and my feet felt like blocks of ice when we left.  G wore sandals but had the sense to bring a sweater.  Only her feet froze.

     We’d both read all the books and with the time constraints of a movie we think they did it well.

     The Smurf movie and ‘Aliens and Cowboys’ were doing a brisk business on their first day of release.  We were so glad not to be in those theaters since they were loaded with children-type people.

I will stop giggling later

 

     I had my laugh for the night at around two-thirty in the morning.  Some idiot was racing his not-so-quiet motorcycle up and down the street.  He forgot one thing…Roads, which have been dry for a long time and are suddenly wet, are slippery.  He made a u-turn in front of my yard, the motorcycle went one way, and he went another.  I saw him land on his feet as the motorcycle jumped out from under him and landed on its side.

     I couldn’t stop laughing and I had to rush Patty inside before I collapsed.  Then, while trying to keep a straight face, I went out the front door and asked Mr. Keneival if he was okay.  He was.  I went back inside and giggled like a fool for a while. 

     If he’d been injured, I would’ve called for aid.  As it was, he was more embarrassed knowing someone had seen the incident than anything else.

     I wish I had it on video—it was priceless.

A few more steps and we are out of the tunnel!

 

     G and I filled my van again.  This time we had two stops to make with all the stuff.  The first one was to a local rehab hospital to donate the MIL’s wheelchair, walkers, and other items.  They were delighted to see us come in with the load. 

     Our second stop was at Goodwill to empty out the rest of the items from the back of my van.  This time we left them 15 boxes and 14 household items.  Last time they got 25 boxes and a dozen household items.

     The house is almost empty now much to our relief.  We have one more trip to Goodwill to make on Sunday where we’ll drop off the sewing machine in the cabinet and some other things we couldn’t fit in the van this time.

     After that, the only thing left for me to do is to get some help to load and bring home the armoire and dresser.  Then I can call the painters for an estimate.  Our roofer checked the roofs and he’s working up an estimate now.  We are two steps closer to finishing this. 

If it isn’t one thing…

 

     As wonderful as having the much-needed rain arrive was, we had a problem.  Our roof leaked again.  Yesterday I caught our roofer outside and told him.  (His business is two doors down from us.) He did an actual double take.  He was shocked.  Three minutes later, he had his helper on the roof looking for the leak. 

     They think they found it.  It seems that when the next-door neighbors had their new roof put on years ago the idiot that did it nailed their shingles through our slates.  He didn’t nail them to the roof divider.  Thus, we have a leak. 

     Our roofer thinks they have solved that problem now.  The next problem is we really need to replace the flat roof.  He says there are two roofs on there and that they both should be removed and a new one installed.  I told him when we sell the MIL’s house, we‘d have him do it.  It’d be nice to be certain of no leakage in the next twenty years.

     The other day he inspected the MIL’s roof.  The news wasn’t great.  He confirmed that we’d have to replace the garage roof.  Oh.  What fun.

Bringing you up to date

 

     Yesterday we didn’t go over to the MIL’s house as we’d planned to because Neither G nor I felt up to working in this heat.  We hope the break in the weather we’re supposed to get will make it easier to work on Wednesday.

     We still have many small items to pack and remove along with books to take to recycling.  Don’t worry I removed all the good books.  There weren’t many, the MIL wasn’t big on reading anything.  The books left are an assortment of ‘miracle cure’ books and piles of ‘How to’ books she left in boxes in the cellar where they got wet and moldy. 

     Sunday, was a good day to stay home and catch up on some housework.  It was too hot to work outside so a few neglected indoor chores took precedence.

You know it’s too hot when…

Yes, I’m going to complain about the heat

 

     The last time I remember being in 103-degree weather, I was in Texas.  Have I ever mentioned how much I dislike Texas?  We hit a record of 103 degrees yesterday.  Sorry, my southern friends, but some of us weren’t designed to tolerate temperatures over 90-degrees.  Please, be kind enough to take your heat back and let us enjoy our normal summer weather.

      Just taking the dogs out a several times so they could relieve themselves was more than enough.  The five minutes it took to water my potted plants about killed me.

     I’m not fond of cold, snow, and ice but I put up with it for our cooler summers.  I like being able to go outside all summer.  I hate staying inside in the AC.  I’m no Southern Belle I’m a damned Yankee.

I have hit a milestone

 

     This is my 1000th post!  When I began this blog, I never thought I’d keep posting daily for a long as I have.  I’ve only missed posting on days I was too sick to get out of bed or when I was away at my writer’s conference.

     I never thought I’d have return readers or, much less, a small following, but I do.  To you my dear readers I say thank you for without you I wouldn’t have made it to this milestone.

     You encourage me to keep writing even when I feel crappy.  Writing on this blog has become a way to keep my hand in while my brain is out of gear on my mysteries. 

     I hope when we sell the house and things are back to a semblance of normal around here I will have no more problems with my books and can finish them in short order.

     I promise you, if you hang in here with me during this rocky time, I will get them done.