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Happy Birthday Aunt Alice!
This is my Dad’s sister Alice with her great grand-daughter. Today is Alice’s 93rd birthday!!! Big hugs and lots of love to you on your birthday, Aunt Alice.
Now that’s a switch…
I seldom go dashing into the bedroom to awaken The Curmudgeon, but last night I did.
It seems that when I flipped the switch on the back porch to turn on the light a snap, crackle, and popping noise came from it. I knocked it off in a hurry and ran to my nearest electrician. Yep, The Curmudgeon. He actually went to school for it way back In high school though he never did make a career out of it.
He told me to not turn it on for the rest of the night and he’d look at it in the morning.
Duh, like I’d hit that switch again after that.
Wouldn’t you’d know he forgot about it all day. I asked him if he’d fixed it at dinner and found out then. He worked on it afterwards. I carried a bar stool out there for him, helped remove the screws, and left the rest for him to do. I do not like to play with electricity.
Now when I turn on the light out there I don’t hear all sorts of bad noises. Yay, for The Curmudgeon on fixing it.
You all have a good one!
English: General Electric Mercury switch circa 1960 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Lost in the house somewhere…
Last Halloween I couldn’t find this prop. It seems I put it away the year before somewhere safe. Now you all know how that goes…
I decided that now is the time to start looking for it for this year. If I’m lucky I’ll find it in time for Trick or treat night. You all have a good one.
Where are they today?
The Curmudgeon was waxing sentimental this past evening, dragging me with him back to high school, a place I would just as soon forget. Only good that ever came out of that place was him.
Anyway, he was talking about old friends and started to wonder what had happened to some of them. Others we already know about or he talks to them still. One friend in particular stood out in those he had no idea what had happened to them.
I decided to try to find out. Wouldn’t you know, I found him on Facebook. I friended him and am hoping he replies. I can’t wait to see The Curmudgeon’s face when I say, “Hey, remember so and so? Well, I found him.”
Maybe I’ll be able to get The Curmudgeon to start his own Facebook page.
Another day
The Curmudgeon had a slightly better day. He was able to walk with the walker. I didn’t have to help him up from the floor. It’s a good thing too.
My back is a shambles again. I didn’t go grocery shopping as planned, instead I spent as much time seated as possible.
I hope to stop and grab a few major items we need while I’m out with G today. Maybe we’ll even squeeze in a farmers market stop before we go home. G is driving, we are going to place she likes, and I have no idea where it is. LOL! Nothing like a mystery trip.
Now it’s time for me to go fire up my Kindle. You all have a good one.
Welcome to our world
The Curmudgeon’s bad days are coming closer together, rougher, and faster. Yesterday was bad enough to make me want to pack up my van, grab the dogs, and run. Other solutions passed through my brain too. Not one of them was anything I’d act on, but I can’t lie and say they weren’t thought of at least once.
If anyone tells you there is help available out there, only believe it if you have barrels of money. For those of us living a tad above the poverty level, it’s another whole world.
While trying to help him, I threw my back out again. Managed to scream at him like a harridan and hate myself for it.
He needs me kind, calm, and loving but I can’t seem to get to that place any more. I’m over tired, over stressed, and I don’t know what all. I don’t like myself very much at the moment.
No one was home in the neighborhood and he didn’t want me to call 911 for help. I managed to find my neighbor’s youngest son and he tried to give us a hand.
This is secondary progressive MS folks. It doesn’t get any better, it only gets worse.
You all have a good one. I’m going to have a glass of wine or a dirty vodka martini.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Zzzzzzz’s like crazy
My allergies were acting up the other night. Therefore, I took two Benadryl before bed instead of the usual one. I did not hear a single sound until one in the afternoon. LOL!
Talk about zonked out. The fact that I got only three hours of sleep the night before didn’t help either. It’s a good thing The Curmudgeon had a decent day and didn’t need me. We agree, I probably needed it.
He claims that the dogs were well-behaved and didn’t ask to out as often as usual. I’m not sure about that, they are real stinkers at times. He may have been sparing me some guilt.
I do believe he had them up very early and that’s why they wanted their naps so bad by two o’clock that Gavin even resorted to scolding me. At seven last night they were begging to go to bed. My dogs are not night owls like their Mommy.
Now, it is time for me to scoot out of here and make sure they get their late night out.
You all have a good one!
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