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Nope, I don’t like it.
I honestly tried to give the show Dominion a chance. I just cannot get into it. The violence is gratuitous and unnecessary to the story line. But wait, there is no real story line other than gratuitous violence.
This is not a good versus evil conflict it is an evil versus worse evil crap shoot.
No, I have watched my last episode.
Some days crawl by
From the time I got up yesterday until I was ready to go to bed, the entire time awake went by at a slow crawl. Have you ever had a day like that?
I swear, it was like watching the clock that last class in school.
T i c k. T i c k. T i c k.
And yet, I GOT NOTHING DONE!
It crept on by and left me standing in the dust.
Another day shot to hell.
You all have a good one.
Let the tree rat wars begin again.
Effing tree rats have ruined three very large and not yet ripe Black Krim tomatoes. Let the wars begin.
I bought chicken wire to enclose my two Black Krim tomato plants, leaving the third heirloom tomato plant to fend for itself. It is my hope that they, finding that plant easier to get at will leave my delicious Black Krims alone.
Little smirking tree climbing fancy tailed rats better look out, I gave The Curmudgeon permission to dig out his BB gun too.
Home made or boxed?
Recently I got into a discussion with some friends and thought I’d bring the discussion here.
My preference in the comfort food category of macaroni and cheese is home made, completely from scratch, using the sharpest cheddar cheese one can find.
Two of my friends said they prefer Kraft macaroni and cheese.
How about you? What do you like?
Boxed
or scrumptious?
Loving the cool nights
It is now down to a comfortable 63 degrees tonight and the AC is off for a change. The beauty of saving a little money is unparalleled.
I am really loving not having the constant drone of three AC units going.
It’s nice to have the windows and doors open once again. To have fresh air, I can even tolerate the noisy neighbors blasting their stereo if I have to, to go without running the AC.
Cue crickets. You all have a good one.
Dream a little dream
Okay, I admit it. I often roll over and go back to sleep so I don’t have to face another day quite so soon. I am tired of arguments and feeling like all I am here for is to wait on The Curmudgeon. Unfortunately, yesterday my dreams went to us arguing rather than being something pleasant. I can’t escape even in dreamland.
I know I’d be more willing to do it if he actually made some sort of effort to get his muscles in even mildly better shape.
Physical therapy? He won’t go, the place is too far from home. Using the home gym I have set up? Nope, why would he bother?
He’d rather turn into this man who looks and acts as if he were 90 years-old than make any effort to work on muscle memory or strength. At least he will use his cart.
Of course, come to find out, Mr. Cranky Pants hasn’t been taking his antidepressants for at least a week. No wonder he’s been so impossible to live with. You bet I gave him the devil for not taking them when I found out and he’s started them again.
I hate MS. I hate that it has taken the kind, loving, and considerate man I married away.
Where was I?…zzzzzzzzzzzzz
I can’t seem to write out a single complete or coherent thought these days much less a chapter in any of my books. All I feel like doing is sleep or eat.
I try to read. My eyelids get heavy. I jolt awake when my Kindle slaps my leg.
I think I am awake and wonder who is snoring only to find it is me and the dog next to me.
A little bit of everything
So far we’ve had a decent summer here. Yes, some days were hot but nothing like what we suffered through the last two years.
These cool nights we are having are fabulous. They make for good sleeping without the constant drone of the AC. They also save us some money too.
Yesterday, I had to run my car over for inspection and its first oil change. Yes, its first one, it finally had enough mileage.
At the same time, The Curmudgeon had a neurologist appointment. I usually take him to his appointments but had to miss this one. He’s scheduled for another MRI and a blood test.
Looks like next week The Curmudgeon’s friend will stop over and get the whole house fan set up for us. I’m so glad.
Lucy and Gavin enjoy each other although at times she gets to be too much for the old boy. That’s when he asks for someone to shut him in his crate with the help me look.
Watching wolves on TV …
Yesterday, The Curmudgeon was watching a program on wolves.
It caught Lucy’s Attention.
BARK!!!
Bark, bark, bark…
Dad, are you seeing this?!
I can hear them howling!!!
Any wood sculptors out there that want to showcase their talent?
The cemetery near me has several huge horse-chestnut trees they are taking down. There is one tall trunk left by the one gate that G and I think would make a cool sculpture. However, neither one of us has any talent in that direction.
No one could pay you for your work. However, if it is done well and beautiful it would attract huge amounts of attention, thus being great advertisement of your skills.
There is a possibility of having several more large tree trunks available if one was speedy to ask the cemetery for permission and offered the sculpts as free beautification pieces. There are three views of the trunk below.
Heat and MS not a good mix.
The heat got to The Curmudgeon yesterday. By the time I got up he was not in good shape, barely able to walk. It is so frustrating for him.
We had to turn the AC on. It didn’t get cool enough over night to turn it off and the forecast for today is even warmer. There goes the electric bill again.
I wish we could go solar and wind powered so we didn’t have to go broke paying for our electrical use in warm weather.
The yard work is going nowhere. I don’t seem to have the energy to tackle it. Heck, I don’t seem to have the energy to tackle much of anything these days. The feeling of being overwhelmed has only gotten worse these last couple of months.
I need to get the whole house fan installed and working so we can save a bit of money on cool nights and days. I haven’t the energy to drag myself to the attic and walk through the mess the roofer created up there to do it. Every time I see the mess up there I want to curl up into a ball and cry.
There’s too much to do and not enough of me to do it all.
Please, have a good one, at least then someone does.
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