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Timberrrrrr…yeah, that’s why I don’t do ladders.
So the basement finally dried out. Unless I can find someone to come and clean my gutters and replace the down spout on the back porch, we’ll have more water the next time it rains.
I don’t do ladders and roofs. I have trouble doing ladders inside the house much less taller ladders outside. I have this fear of heights. It wasn’t always with me, but it started during my early teen years and grew as got older.
As a child I had no fear. I would climb to the highest branches of the trees, clamber headlong up rocky cliffs, and lean over the edges. I didn’t fear death and dying, those words didn’t enter my vocabulary for a long time.
I explored and experimented with plenty of things as I grew up. Then one day, I learned to fear a little. That fear grew with experience.
I wish I were that child again. I’d tell that first taste of fear to leave me alone along with all subsequent ones. Then, maybe I’d enjoy climbing a ladder to the roof, maybe I wouldn’t have panic attacks and sweaty palms driving over high bridges and along cliff edges.
You all have a good one.
She’s my bestest friend. :D
I had planned to go to the grocery store yesterday, but certainly not in the round about way I did, and not exactly to the store to which I went . 😉
I was drinking my first cup of coffee after a lousy night’s sleep. My eyes barely open and my brain still lost in the fuzziness of sleep deprivation. The phone rang. The Curmudgeon answered it.
G was calling, she needed a favor. Keep in mind that my brain had yet to regain consciousness. It took her three explanations to get through the fuzz.
“Oh!” The light went on. “I’ll be right there.” I made a quick trip to her house, grabbed her spare car key, and hopped in my van. Dadada DA dada! To the rescue!
I pulled into the South Side Giant to find her standing next to her car. She waved at me. I pulled the van into the space next to her, opened my door and, with a big grin, dangled her spare key from my index finger. She laughed and showed me her keys, on the seat, behind the locked door.
I decided that while I was at a Giant, not my regular one, why not do my shopping? She joined me, which made the hated chore go by fast and somewhat painlessly.
You all have a good one.
No post today.
I am too effing tired and too effing depressed to post. Really bad day for The Curmudgeon.
Less junk, less clutter…less pressure?
For the past week we’ve had someone cleaning out some accumulated junk from our yard. It probably would’ve taken a mere day if the guy had proper tools and no interruptions.
The dogs suffered from shy bowels for a solid week. Poor dears. Neither one could go as long as the guy and his friend were in the yard working. It was hysterical.
I am happy to say that the old Cushman buggy and the old mobility scooter are now gone. The scooter couldn’t be fixed. Unfortunately, this means we’re out a mobility scooter for The Curmudgeon. The yard looks better. The majority of the clutter is gone.
The scooter was great for those days when The Curmudgeon had difficulty walking. He could still take the dogs out and help out a bit. Now there’s very little he can do to help since most days are bad days.
With us soon paying for the removal of the old tub, and replacing it with a shower that The Curmudgeon can more easily use, the cost of a new scooter is prohibitive. It sucks. However, we will manage.
Before anyone jumps in telling me to start asking others for money… We do not do chip ins or anything of the sort. If we can’t do it ourselves, it will wait until we can. We have always taken care of ourselves and never depended on anyone else. We do not plan to change that.
You all have a good one!
Paint…The Curmudgeon…2 Dogs…this should be interesting.
I bought the paint for the living room, stairs, and upstairs hallway today. Only cost me an arm and leg even with the 40% off.
Digging out my sketchbooks
So I decided that I really need some form of creative outlet. Since with all the stress, my brain has shut down on the writing, I thought maybe doing some sketching will kick my brain back into writing mode.
I used to do a lot of pastel, charcoal, and pencil work, as well as oil painting. For some reason, that fell by the wayside. It’s time to take a crack at it again. At least the pencil sketches…
I only hope that I have half of the talent my cousin Carol has. You can check out her site at http://carolsartblog.wordpress.com/.
You all have a good one! 
Yes, the insanity has begun at my house
If it were up to me, I’d leave my Halloween decorations up all year round. Oh. Wait. I already do. 😀
My animatronic caged crow arrived today. He’s cute. I hope I manage to drive The Curmudgeon over the edge by Halloween. 😉
I found and ordered a 4 CD Halloween music mix. It has everything but one song I wanted on my mix. Wicked good!
I have my tracing paper now so I can get to work on my giant life-sized voodoo dolls. I’ll have to trace and cut the figures out of the burlap out in the driveway. Hehehe! I do love freaking out my neighbors.
You all have a good one!
I’ll be using my cookie cutters as a pattern
That downward spiral that is MS
It would be so nice to be able to write that The Curmudgeon had a great day. I do not see that coming down the pike any time soon.
If anyone tells you that watching a loved one go downhill due to an ailment of some sort, isn’t the hardest thing in the world to do, they are full of shit.
I’ve watched The Curmudgeon trudge that downward spiral for years and the last few have been the worst. I dread waking up and going downstairs each day. I fear what I’ll find. Is he having an okay day or is he having another bad day? Far too often the bad days outnumber the good.
The strong man I married is no longer who I see. I see a stranger. I see his frustration, his bitterness, and his flagging spirit. He lashes out at me on occasion. I lash out at him too. It’s on days like that where I need to find someplace to escape to so we both can decompress.
I lost my weekly Border’s decompression when they closed their store. The gym just doesn’t cut it for me, it is not a place where I am at ease. Starbucks here is a little stand at a mall. It seems to me there are no more comfortable places for a writer to go around here. Don’t suggest the local library, they don’t like it when you come in to hang out and there’s no coffee.
The pups need chef hats
So I had a craving for something chocolate yesterday and remembered I had some Ghirardelli brownie mix in the cupboard. Yes, I made brownies.
Too bad The Curmudgeon went to bed early and didn’t get any. I managed to limit myself to one and we will each have one after dinner tonight.
I had two assistants while I made the brownies. I felt bad telling the pups they couldn’t have any because they aren’t allowed chocolate. They were all ready to volunteer to taste test them. 😀
You all have a good one!
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A bobble headed surprise
The Curmudgeon’s poor bobble head bull terrier fell apart into little pieces. He loved that thing. He had it in his truck for like forever.
I went hunting and found him a new one–well actually two. I ordered the last two Amazon had. 😀 Will he ever be surprised. Shhhhhh!
You all have a good one!
Cherry candy…must be shared.
We heard you have cherry candies.
Want.
OOOO mine?
What you mean his?
This has to be mine!
Am I right? This one is mine? Back off buster! This one is mine.
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.
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