Blog Archives
Where is the deep end and how far do I have to jump?
So another day where I was on the go went by with me not getting anything else done.
Took Lucy to the vet for a wellness check and two shots for which she was due. I know she’s getting too chunky and have often scolded The Curmudgeon for giving her pieces of his molasses cookies. Proof, she’s gained seven pounds since her last visit.
Yeah, she’s going walking with me when we get decent walking weather.
I swear if a black cloud could aim for over our house it most assuredly has done that. We got a phone call from The Curmudgeon’s neurologist. According to his blood work, he has to stop taking the Tecfidera immediately.
This is the medication that improved his walking so much. He’s to have monthly blood tests now. He is also to have a new MRI done of his head. He is off all MS medications for the time being since they aren’t going to put him back on the Avonex. This is terrifying and devastating all at once. We have no clue what is going to happen from here.
I need that lottery win more than ever. He needs better care than I can give him. A whopping win would take care of that and buy me a little house on a beach somewhere. If I don’t go live on a beach for the rest of my life, I’ll need a rubber room and restraints.
Curmudgeon update and more
We had a busy day yesterday. I took The Curmudgeon over for his every three months neurologist appointment. Nothing new there. She is going to have him get more frequent blood tests done to keep a close eye on him because of the one medication (Tecfidera) he is on.
From her office we went to the first of his every-other-month blood test. I dropped him off and drove across the street to a strip mall to pick up the dogs’ food and cookies. Then back over to pick him up. The timing was perfect, a minute after I sat down in the lab’s waiting room, he walked out.
Today I take Lucy to the vet for her wellness check and shots. This should be fun. She’s such a hoot.
Psssst! If I hidez here you fink dey willz find me?
“Fog so thick you could almost cut it”
Clichéd yes. Truth also yes. Looking out my kitchen window I can barely see my fence line. That is a thick fog.
Rain and warmer temperatures have raised a fog impossibly thick. Oh, the horror tales that could come from it!
It is thicker than this fog:
52 degrees!
After all the nasty snow and cold, cold, cold weather we’ve had this was an absolute heat wave. Temperatures in the high forties and even up to the mid fifties all week? I can live with that.
It sort of drives a few of my Southern friends crazy that to me this is T-shirt and flip-flop weather. They shiver and run for a blanket to wrap themselves, or a winter jacket. Meanwhile I’m outside in a T-shirt and flip-flops enjoying the day.
Mind you, I did have to step carefully in the yard since it is still covered in snow…
One of my newest shirts
I love that sound!
What sound is that you ask? The sound of rapidly melting snow! YAY!
Soon we’ll have green grass and flowers and be able to go for walks!
We are seeing a warming trend…
We were above freezing yesterday even without the sun. Not by much, only two degrees, but it is better than below freezing.
Today 42 degrees, tomorrow 45, and it keeps getting better with 47 on Tuesday and 50 on Wednesday.
The basement is already flooding in the back so I can tell we are in for some interesting times. Yes, another reason I hate this house.
At least both dogs are going out willingly.
Really Mom? Really?
Working on a critique of the dreaded synopsis
My dear friend Dave asked me to do a critique of his synopsis. (Yes, Dave I am working on it when I get a chance to.) I am doing it, but I am doing it line by line. Not sure if this will make him happy or ready to kill me.
There’s nothing a writer hates more than writing a synopsis. This is where we are all at our most insecure. Ask any writer about doing a synopsis and you’ll see fear, dread, and horror dash across his/her face.
A professional (and good) synopsis writer could very well make a fortune. Too bad there aren’t any out there.
Oh Dave, Give me a few more days. I hope to have it done by then. Things were a bit hectic around here as usual.
And now we have rain…
As the temperature drops to 24 degrees overnight that rain will turn into snow. AGAIN.
Sun made ice….
It is said that if you send off your desires into the universe they will happen. Beach. I am working on that idea these days. Beach.
We had a lot of sun yesterday but with temperatures in the thirties it didn’t do much in the way of melting the new snow on top pf the old snow on top of the icy remains of the even older snow. Beach.
No, all that melting did nothing, other than make more ice on top of the new snow. Beach
More snow predicted for today. Oh. Joy. Beach.
Would you believe it? More. Snow.
I woke up to find it snowing like crazy. Again. OMG. We have had more than enough.
Depressed? You bet!
Once the weather breaks, I won’t want to be inside for more than a minute or two at a time. If I disappear once we get decent weather, too bad guys. I am in dire need of outdoor therapy I have been far too closed in all winter.
Doggonedmysteries 