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Only a passing bit of blue
I think this is the first year in a long time where I didn’t sink into the deepest of the deep depressions. I only had a couple of passing blue periods.
I do believe that it is because of a few good friends who know enough to not let me wallow in sorrow, gloom, and reminiscences of family now gone.
They’ve let me find my path through everything the past has thrown at me. They never pointed me in one direction or another. They let my feet lead me on.
Thank you my dear friends.
A new tradition
So last year G and I started what we hope will become a tradition for us.
G loves Christmas as much as I love Halloween and Christmas Eve is very lonely for her since her husband died.
The Curmudgeon is in bed by seven every night so I am alone too.
Last year I bought champagne, caviar, and smoked salmon. She bought creme fresh, made some baked brie in puffed pastry, and bought water crackers. (We are doing a rerun of the food since we enjoyed it so much.)
We loaded a couple of movies into the DVD player and had a good time.
This year I have a surprise for her. She is a Doctor Who fan but couldn’t get the show on her TV. I have the entire season saved on my DVR for her to watch. Shhhh, don’t tell her.
In Texas in 1995 to bury Dad
4/8/1915-11/27/1995
When Dad died we had to scramble for plane tickets at this time of year to make it to Texas in time for his funeral. (We also had to pay a huge premium price for them even though we were ‘bereaved’.) Fortunately, my Mother insisted the funeral wait until those of us who lived far away had a chance to get there. Damned shame my sister wasn’t as kind when Mother died.
We had a nice Thanksgiving
The Curmudgeon prefers chicken to turkey therefore I made a roasted chicken. My special garlic rosemary one. It turned out tender and delicious, just the way he loves it.
Since it is only the two of us, we don’t fuss too much with ‘all the trimmings.’ For example I use Stove Top stuffing and I buy a pumpkin pie rather than bake one. I did make an orange cranberry bread though and the gravy is also made from the pan drippings just like Gramma taught me.
A side dish of collard greens finished off the meal with a lovely balance.
For those of you in the States, I hope you had a good holiday and I hope today is nice as well.
For those of you everywhere else, have a good one!
This is where Lucy spent the evening.
Time to stop and say thank you once again
My Dad
My sister
My nephew served in Afghanistan
To all of you veterans, thank you.
So how do you get rid of stress?
I keep wondering when I am going to have the time to myself and the creativity to work on my books. Whenever I think I am going to have the time to myself, life interferes.
If it isn’t The Curmudgeon, it’s the dogs. If it isn’t them, it’s me. I had a nagging headache all day the other day, when I could’ve been working on a book, I couldn’t sit in front of the computer. Instead, I wanted to crawl into bed and sleep the pain away.
Guaranteed the headache was stress induced. I’d spent the day before sitting in the hospital waiting for The Curmudgeon to get his MRI done.
I am a complete disappointment to myself.
Better to go outside and cut down a bunch of stuff in the yard and dig around in the garden. Well, what is left of the garden that is. I managed to cut down many of the weeds in what is left of the pond garden. It is getting overgrown with hummingbird vine that I need to deal with.
This weekend I plan to spend time digging out and moving plants since the temperatures are so perfect for that sort of work. For me working in the yard and garden helps to temper my stress levels.
You all have a good one!
Now If only I could get the high parts flattened.
Too hot for him to handle
Ninety degrees yesterday. This meant I had a ‘jolt me out of a sound sleep give me a headache to start my day’ phone call from The Curmudgeon to say he couldn’t walk well enough to take care of Gavin but Lucy was done. I’m happy he tried but unhappy that he probably would have been able to do both dogs had he just worn his ice vest to keep him cool.
Why didn’t he wear his ice vest you ask? I asked him the same effing question. I have no idea what is so difficult about putting it on before he gets too warm and collapses.
I hate this effing disease that has taken away the strong man I married.
I can’t wait for him to get his cart. He still doesn’t know about it. Everyone will love the delivery of it. His surprise? Priceless!
You okay Daddy?
Not a good day
We had a real bad day here yesterday. Bad enough that I had to call 911 to get someone here to help get The Curmudgeon up off the floor. Every five minutes he was asking me for something which, of course, meant I had to climb a flight of steps or two depending on what I was doing at the time. It’s days like this, that turn me into a person I really don’t like one bit.
I am not a nurse. I never chose to go into that profession for a very good reason. I do not do well with sick people. I don’t do bed pans well, nor do I have any desire to excel at this. I am not a nice person when forced into this occupation.
It’s like denying me coffee for a week. I get cranky, real cranky.
For anyone who thinks it will get better. No it won’t, it will get worse. This is Secondary Progressive Multiple Sclerosis. This is not a bad cold, a heart attack, or anything that can cured by surgery or medications. They can try to manage it with medications but there is no cure and things are all down hill from here.
What he needs is to have friends stop by often so I don’t have to be right there every minute. I have dogs, a house, a garden, yard, and all the chores that go with it that I need to do to survive day-to-day.
What is beyond me at the moment…I need a leaky toilet replaced, safety bars hung, the mess in my attic that the roofer left cleaned up. I even wonder if I’ll ever get the cleaning caught up. I haven’t yet.
You all have a good one…
Had great fun at the Conference but didn’t get much sleep!
Yes this was me with my friends. ROFLMAO!
I will write more after I get some sleep. My brain says it either gets a chance to sleep or it will cease to function altogether.
Lighting candles for our neighbors in the midwest
Tornadoes have once again ripped through several states and cities. Our thoughts are with our neighbors. May the days get easier, the storms fewer, and may relief, shelter, love and comfort come quickly to you all.
Time to breathe…
Yesterday was some day. The Curmudgeon had two MRIs scheduled. Both were with and without contrast so you could say he had four of them. I couldn’t go with him because I had a doctor’s appointment as well in the opposite direction.
I had wanted to get the last set of the downstairs blinds up but was too danged tired after the day before and the crazy up and down the ladder a million times blinds fiasco. Talk about sore muscles! I was one big ouch.
Today I am not going to think about it, I am off to lunch with a friend.
You all have a good one, I plan to.
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