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Okay, so both are done for a year…
The Curmudgeon had to get his truck over for inspection.
I couldn’t go along because our Five star Home Foods guy was coming to take our order at the same time.
Thank goodness for G. She followed him over and brought him home.
Thank goodness for his ice vest too, it kept him cool in this brutal heat.
Today’s Tee shirt
Things they don’t tell you about MS
Cognitive troubles.
No fun at all.
They don’t tell you how they creep up and then BAM! They hit you with their best shot.
There are days when I wish I could leave, but who would take care of him then?
Would they know when his brain was not all there?
I am tired of telling him to speak up, he does a lot of mumbling and sometimes speaks barely above a whisper and yet I am supposed to hear him.
Right …hear him over the blasting TV that he has to blast to hear because the rude neighbors across the street play music so loud it shakes the house.
They don’t tell you how mean spirited a person can get.
It’s frustrating, heartbreaking, and way more stressful than anyone should have to put up with.
I am one lottery win away from running.
Today’s Tee shirt
I’ve been framed!
Finally took all the stuff over to get framed.
Had to bring some of it back home to wait for a later date.
Yep, it isn’t cheap to get a bunch of things framed right.
I’m down to having 5 prints and two cloth items still needing frames. I hope to do that soon.
I will have four prints and a Heather Galler original all framed and home by mid-week next week. Can’t wait!
Heather Galler original painting of Patty
Three Heather Galler prints
Tea poster
So, yesterday we celebrated our 43rd anniversary…
Yeah, we went to Saint Luke’s Hospital West for The Curmudgeon to get a battery of blood tests he’d forgotten to get done.
Then we stopped at Red Robin’s for lunch. Oh, that was pleasant…The Curmudgeon griped through the entire lunch.
I should have gone out for a nice dinner with G instead. I would have had more fun.
43 years. You don’t get that for murder in this state.
Time to serously cut back
When your Facebook feed gives you stress.
When you decide that over half of your ‘friends’ have gone round the bend.
When there’s almost four months remaining until the election.
It is time to leave the social networking to those who do not care so much.
Oh yeah, and happy anniversary to The Curmudgeon. 43 years. Whoopee do.
Too good to be true
Well, at least we had two blissful days of peace. Ugh. He’s back.
Can anyone explain to me why, when I listen to Israel Kamakawiwoʻole’s lovely voice, my cheeks always become wet? I do wish he was still among the living. I cried when I heard him sing while he was alive too, so it’s not his death that causes the tears.
Is it a primal longing for the islands (I was too little to know when we were there) tugging on my heart?
The Curmudgeon is truly sick of seeing me cry when I wear my ear buds.
Wow…two days in a row
I’m afraid he’s lulling us into a false sense of security.
We actually had two days in a row of no loud car stereo shaking the entire house.
It felt good.
Another day goes by
I keep hoping (to no avail) that the idiot across the street will move away.
Yesterday, pleasantly passed with him only making a tiny appearance in the morning. He stayed away all day.
The neighborhood settled into a peaceful and pleasant day.
Proof that he alone is the problem here.
Dark days
Some days I don’t think I’ll ever find joy again.
No happiness, no laughter.
Days drag from one to the next.
Seamless, no beginning no end.
Sleep comes for a few short hours whenever it comes.
When this ends I’ll be alone, as usual.
Nothing changes.
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