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Ew, it’s cold outside.
Ah yes, wintertime! Where you are trapped in a small area with loved ones who, by the end of the snowfall, (yay, so far we’ve had none but we have had lots of rain) …oh yeah, where was I? Who, by the end of the snowfall and digging out, you wish you were in Donner pass and they were dinner.
Wintertime, where young, strong idiots comment about older folks complaining they need help to shovel their walks and the older folks should get over it and do the work. Excuse me?!
I, for one, was ordered by my cardiologist to never shovel snow again if I wanted to stay alive. Secondly, my husband has secondary progressive MS and can barely stand much less walk and shovel snow. And we should ‘get over it and get to work.’
He should be grateful he’s young and strong and should get over himself because he’s at about the same age my husband was when he was first diagnosed with MS.
Karma is a bitch and she loves slapping arrogant people upside the head.
I’m just not a winter person
We had such nice December weather that I’m not looking forward to the upcoming cold weather of January and February.
I never liked being cold even as a child. Sure, I could ice skate and ski but did I want to? Nope. Breaking my arm on ice skates was the best thing that ever happened to me, it gave me an excuse for not going out in the cold.
Lucy agrees with me. With it down below freezing last night she went out and peed faster than normal.
I remember Mom.
Has it truly been eight years since my mother died? Seems like only yesterday that I heard the news…too late to attend her funeral.
I have one of “those” sisters.
It’s also been eight years since I’ve talked to my only remaining sister. Amazing since my phone number hasn’t changed in 42 years.
Can’t really say I have a single sister left can I? Oh well. Such is life.
When the New Year crept in…
I was the only one awake in my house.
When the New Year crept in…
Some idiots set off fireworks that woke up and upset our Lucy. She’s settled back down and snoring again.
When the New Year Crept in…
I didn’t drink any champagne this time. I didn’t wish anyone Happy New Year.
When the New Year crept in…
I cried. I kept thinking about facing another year the same or worse than the last one.
I hope the new year is better but I doubt that will happen
When did we stop talking to each other and instead turned it all into a snipe fest? We’re all snide remarks, bitching, and arguing with each other all the time now it seems.
I’m angry all the time, not good for the heart for sure.
I wish I could go back to that exact moment and end it before it starts. If it took leaving, I wish I’d done it then, before I became this nasty person I don’t like at all.
I am tired of this. So very tired.
Happy fucking New Year.
2015 in review
The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2015 annual report for this blog.
Here’s an excerpt:
The concert hall at the Sydney Opera House holds 2,700 people. This blog was viewed about 14,000 times in 2015. If it were a concert at Sydney Opera House, it would take about 5 sold-out performances for that many people to see it.
More coffee please
Why is it when I have nothing planned for the day and think I can sleep for a bit to try to catch up on lost sleep a bit, it never happens?
Lucy decided that barking was the fun thing to do off and on all freaking day.
Gavin’s choice was to be a whiny butt.
The Curmudgeon was at his annoying best all day.
There wasn’t enough coffee in the world to make me a nice person.
I thought he went up for a nap
I really did think so.
You see I was busy in the kitchen. I said something to him and when he didn’t answer I walked to the living room to repeat it. He wasn’t there.
I thought he went upstairs for a nap…I was wrong.
Now no one specifically told The Curmudgeon not to drive, and with him being a retired police officer you’d think he’d use his head…right?
Nope.
The front door opened, startling me, and then I see him come in with a bag in hand from CVS. He’d gone to pick up his food thickener that he has to use to make all his drinks honey thick so he doesn’t aspirate it.
I know. I know. BREATHE!
USPS is getting so bad that…
Our mailman got here so late yesterday (after 5) that I forgot to bring in the mail until late at night.
When I did bring it I found a card addressed to another city in another zip code, but it was the same city on the return address as on the sent to address.
I took out my trusty black magic marker and wrote on the envelope in large letters…with arrows:
“Delivered to wrong address in wrong city. Can you people not read?”
Tip toed through the day
We had a quiet day. The Curmudgeon needed rest and I desperately needed sleep. He actually took the dogs out in the morning and let me sleep a bit longer.
I am so glad we don’t do anything for Xmas. That’s a load of stress off my shoulders.
No fancy dinner, no big mess to clean up.
No pricey gifts to wreck the budget.
The dogs got new collars.
Gavin says, “Hi all!”
The Curmudgeon is home
Jerking me out of a sound sleep, the phone rang yesterday at 9 a.m. The Curmudgeon, who knows better than to wake me that early, told me they were releasing him.
I managed to wake up enough after two cups of coffee to be coherent enough to drive out to the hospital. Four hours later we left the hospital.
Yep, it took them four hours to release him.
They still don’t know what is going on, and yet they sent him home.
He seems fine but now I have the added stress of not knowing when I’ll have to call for an ambulance again because they don’t know what is going on.
Later G and I had our Christmas eve snacks, wine, and comedy channel party.
Traditions be damned
So the eve before Christmas eve The Curmudgeon is in the hospital. Not our idea of fun. It’s a good thing we don’t bother with much of anything this time of year, haven’t for many years.
He’s off to bed by seven anyway so it makes for a very boring night for me.
A couple of years ago G and I began our own little Christmas eve tradition. We get together over wine and some special treats and have a good time of our own.
This year I am so looking forward to it knowing that I’ll be at the hospital most of the day. The wine, treats, and fun company sound especially wonderful.
You all have a good holiday no matter what one you celebrate!
Love and joy to you all.
66 degrees at midnight. The picture below is from last year.
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