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A better day
An improved day for The Curmudgeon. Thank goodness. He was able to come downstairs for the day.
I don’t think I could have taken two bad days in a row. One day is exhausting enough. I am constantly running up and down the stairs.
At least the pups know when he’s having a bad day. They tend to pay him extra attention when he does come down and seem to take it easy on me.
I am in serious need of a beach vacation.
Today’s Tee.
Overdrawn? Again? WTF?
We haven’t had a real bad day around here for a little while. I guess we were due for one.
Woke to the doorbell–delivery of The Curmudgeon’s Rebif. Just settled back down, eyes closed, drifting off, the phone rings.
The Curmudgeon called me from his cell phone. That is never a good sign about how the day will go.
He was down and needed help to get up.
For the next hour I got him up, helped him change his pissed on clothes, brought him food and drink. And what did I get for it? Ordered about.
I will take a lot, but I will NOT take being ordered about. I blew a gasket.
(I grew up being ordered about by my older sister until I grew taller than her and kicked her ass. Then I had to stand between her and the baby sister to keep her from victimizing her.)
After that, I got a phone call from my doctor’s office telling me I probably will need surgery on the elbow.
Then the vet called with the results of Gavin’s urinalysis…not great news but not any more than I half expected.
Keeping in mind an upcoming vet bill and a surgery, I checked our checking account and found us to be overdrawn for the second time in a month’s time thanks to The Curmudgeon. We hadn’t been overdrawn for 15 years at least, now it’s happened twice. SMDH.
Never let The Curmudgeon go shopping without supervision.
I need a do over for yesterday. Hell, I need a do over for the month.
This is not a good day for me anyway. Mary Wilson Bailey, my dear baby sister, I will miss you forever. 
That’s a load off
I updated the previous post for anyone curious as to what happened when The Curmudgeon called the insurance company.
What? Call the EMS number as they requested we do if we had any questions? No way, we go right to the insurance company, they do the work.
Long story short….The EMS company got spanked.
And…the taxes are done.
Warm weather approaches … Again… But, will it stay?
Another bill…
So yesterday we got another bill that our insurance company should have paid.
Would’ve paid. Ah hah! Did pay!
Had the idiots at the EMS submitted the bill to them. They did and were getting sneaky with us, trying to get a double payment.
I gave them all the information they needed to do so when they drove off with The Curmudgeon.
Now we have to spend the day on the phone with the insurance company and EMS to get this debacle straightened out. He called the insurance company and they called the EMS company and read them the riot act.
I imagine we’ll be getting a whole stack of bills from them… I know we’ll be calling the insurance company a lot.
Sigh.
No, I am not going out there.
So yesterday I woke to find it snowing hard enough that I couldn’t see clear across the cemetery.
First thing I do each day is take the dogs out.
I start with Lucy, who on this day, stood at the door looking out at that nasty white stuff coming down and gave me a real bad stink eye.
“I can hold it.”
“No, you can’t. Out.” I pushed her out to go do her business.
If ever a dog could rush a pee, Lucy can.
“Food now?”
“Not yet.”
Next Gavin’s out. He bounded to the door. He bounded out the door, peed four times in four places, and bounded back in.
“Where’s food?”
“Coming right up.”
He tried…it wasn’t easy…but he did it
I had an appointment to get my hair cut. As I was pulling out of the driveway, I spotted a beer bottle in front of The Curmudgeon’s truck.
Running a bit later than I like, I stopped in front of the house and honked the horn (another thing I hate to do.) The Curmudgeon actually responded by coming to the door, something I didn’t expect but hoped for.
I told him about the bottle hoping he’d get it picked up before some idiot came along and thought it funny to smash it in the driveway.
When I came home the bottle was gone and he was winding up an extension cord. He’d managed to even charge his truck battery while I was gone. Wow, he didn’t spend the entire time in front of the TV.
Today’s T-shirt
Ulnar impingement
Well, I had my Neurologist appointment yesterday. They actually called me and had me come in earlier to see a different doctor. The Neurologist (the one The Curmudgeon sees) who was to see me, had a family emergency.
Quite all right. I liked the substitute, she was a real hoot.
I spent an hour getting pinged, measured, marked, stabbed with wires, and zapped.
As a result we’ve found that I don’t have carpal tunnel, I have ulnar nerve impingement. I never get off easy.
Where did our spring go?
The day before yesterday, it was very cold outside. Yesterday was cold.
Lucy is not pleased and neither am I. We were looking forward to warm weather, walks in the parks, not freezing our buns off.
So glad I hadn’t put the heavy coat away yet.
Lucy was looking for her hoodie. I told her she has fur, she can go outside without a hoodie since there is no snow with the cold.
Now she’s wrapped in her blanket and snoring.
Writing prompts day 2
My cousin suggested “It was a dark and stormy night” which gave me an idea…just how many variations can we come up with on that infamous line?
- We stumbled in the darkness while the wind lashed the trees and rain pelted off our heads.
- Headlights reflected off the raging flood before us.
Your turn!
She was alone in the sea of fog…
Through the mist, she saw the lights of the harbor.
Empty, deserted, eerie, a ghost town.
Not one boat remained, not a single human.
The only sound she heard was the splash of her paddle and the bell on a buoy.
Why was she the only one?
Give me some writing prompts…please?
I thought it might be fun to do some writing from prompts given to me by my readers.
Let’s have some fun and see if I have any skills left.
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