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Newsflash!
After me giving The Curmudgeon both barrels on the need to get his muscles working and in better shape, I heard him using the weight machine.
He was whining the other night about how sore his legs were after a short trip through Home Depot. Yesterday he did some more whining and I went off on him.
Even though it killed me to do it, I read him the riot act because all he does is sit in his chair. If he doesn’t work his muscles they will stop working for him. He may have MS and his nerves may not be normal but by allowing his muscles to atrophy he is helping this disease beat him.
I think he finally got it! Let’s hope he keeps this up and gets his muscles back in working order.
You all have a good one.
A crazy dream
My yard is so out of control I am ready to call in the professionals. If we’d have a couple of days of cooler, dry weather, The Curmudgeon and I might be able to run the mower and trimmer.
We’ve had rain, rain, and more rain with just enough sunshine to make it humid and hot. Of course that means the grass and weeds are growing like mad.
My gardens are in dire need of weeding. I never did get them mulched, so I am paying for that error now. I think after the leaves fall and once the yard is cleaned up, I will start stock piling mulch for spring.
What I really need is several strong and eager volunteers to clean everything up, fill in the pond, and level the yard.
Yeah, I can hear you laughing. I am as well. As if that will ever happen. *Giggle* Not in my lifetime I’m sure.
My big gargoyle is buried under weeds as are my bronze herons.
MS so sucks
The Curmudgeon went with our friend to get a part for our leaking flush valve flapper. His friend replaced it for us today. Yay, no more running toilet to cost us $$. We should see the water bill go down a tad. Thank you R for doing the repair.
Unfortunately, The Curmudgeon went with our friend to get the replacement part. Why unfortunately you ask? Because after being out in the heat, he was shot for the rest of the day and night.
It drives The Curmudgeon crazy that he can’t even do the simple jobs around here anymore. According to the dogs, he even needs help to make his own toast.
Close encounters of the Bull Terrier kind
This is for Linda.
Over the years, my body has taken great punishment from our bull terriers. Cement block noggins to nose or face are common. Heads rammed into shins and other tender places too.
One time Malcolm stepped directly in front of me at the top of the back porch steps while I was carrying a tray of hot dogs outside to put on the grill. I didn’t see it coming, he never crossed in front of me like that before. Need I say the hot dogs never made it to the grill? I fell over my knee-high road block, flew far enough forward to land half on the lawn and half on the concrete sidewalk without knocking myself unconscious.
My hip slammed into the concrete so hard that I had a hip to knee sized blackened bruise the likes I’d never seen before and hope I never see again.
The Curmudgeon was on the second floor roof and didn’t hear my cries for help. Malcolm did, but he was too busy snarfing down hot dogs to care. Thank goodness my next door neighbor heard me and came to my rescue and helped me to my feet while I took inventory to see what body parts sustained damages. As luck would have it, I didn’t break anything.
The culprit.
Shhhhhhh….
Poor Patty, all worn out from a busy day of barking at the UPS man, snoozing in her crate, and snoozing in Daddy’s chair.
Meanwhile, by seven p.m. Gavin is waiting for someone to tuck him in.
The harvest from the potted garden so far…
So far we’ve enjoyed several fresh tomatoes, even gave G a couple. We’ve had two nice eggplants. One we had a week or two ago and one we enjoyed for our dinner last night. We might get two or three more from the plants if the weather holds up.
We did not get more than two lousy looking peppers, the early and long heat destroyed the plants. I replanted the one pot with romaine lettuce and that is looking rather nice so far.
I planted two pots, that are small enough to bring inside, with rosemary. First sign of frost in they come! We’ve enjoyed the pots of fresh rosemary, chives, and basil all summer.
Fair pictures!
Had our funnel cake, sausage sandwiches, and lemonade. Got some giggles in, exhausted ourselves, and had some fun which G and I needed.
Gated at last.
The gate for the stairs arrived yesterday. Once I got it installed, I stood back, looked at it, and shook my head wondering why the hell I hadn’t bought one a long time ago. It just needs a little more tightening to get the gap out.
It is easy for The Curmudgeon to open and impossible for Gavin or Patty to get through when closed. They are allowed upstairs by invitation only. They don’t mind, they have the couch, The Curmudgeon’s chair, and their crates to snooze on/in. The perfect burglar alarms, they have free run of the entire downstairs.
Gavin likes his crate covered. LOL! It’s the funniest thing to see when he piles out of the crate from under his blanket drape. Patty prefers The Curmudgeon’s chair for most of the night but eventually she heads to her crate.
Next project for me to tackle? Who knows.
You all have a good one!
Saving for a rainy day…
I’m still looking for a buyer for my guitar and case. Guitar Center wasn’t interested since it doesn’t have a label. A while back another place valued it (with the case) at around $350.00.
Yesterday, I sold all our old coins and made a nice little sum of cash to add to our savings account. I was happily surprised as to how much we got for them. Every bit helps.
Next, I need to find a buyer or buyers for the antique china, The Shawnee Tom the Piper’s Son and S&P Shakers, the Lionel trains, and the two old toy firetrucks. (One is quite large.) I can’t see the sense in storing them any longer when we could use the money to save for a rainy day. That rainy day isn’t far off at the rate The Curmudgeon’s health is going.
You all have a good one!
It’s amazing how one simple movement can wreck your day or possibly week.
I walked in from the back porch with a casserole in my hands and didn’t get the door closed tight behind me, so I backed up and went to bump it with my butt.
Well, I didn’t back up far enough and when I went to bump the door closed I managed to somehow, at that instant, throw my lower back way out of whack. Can you say ouch? Can you say smart move, lady? I said that and more. Lots. More.
After all the worry about throwing my back out by trying to lift The Curmudgeon, I went and did it anyway, brilliantly, and in the dumbest possible way ever.
Yep, right about there…
While I’m nursing my back, I hope you all have a good day.
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