Blog Archives
First day of spring and we get snow…geez!
Pack your bags old man winter. Don’t let the door hit you in the ass on the way out! So long. Farewell. Time for you to go now.
Yeah, I think I’ll stop with the birthdays…
Yesterday was my 61st birthday. I dreaded it. I did not enjoy it.
Bright spot of the day was opening a card from my cousin and seeing that she really does get me. Loved the music it played too.
I need a beach to live on for the rest of my life. Come on Lottery win!
Thank you to all who who wished me well.
You all have a good one.
One birthday present…
My birthday gift to myself came yesterday.
It looks great in my room and it is the perfect height for me to use my bed for a foot rest.
*Doing a happy dance.*
You all have a good one!
Blah
My birthday is in two days. This one is depressing as hell. I feel as though I have nothing to show for all these years on this earth.
All my art work that my parents had kept over the years is gone–stolen by someone I should be able to trust with my life, but I wouldn’t trust her with a bag of dog shit.
My writing is at a standstill because my brain won’t work under stress.
All I have is The Curmudgeon, my cousins, my friends, and the pups.
Come to think of it, I am wealthy.
You all have a good one.
Without Tecfidera life goes on
Slower, clumsier, and with falls. His day wasn’t easy.
Of course I didn’t get much sleep. Why? Because everyone and his brother was calling on the phone starting at 9 a.m. with appointment reminders. These are the same people I tell that ‘I am not a morning person so please make my appointment for the afternoon.’
Think much?
Yeah, I didn’t think so. This was me today…
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.
“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!
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.
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 