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Once dark fell, so did the temperature
Warm day for January, we hit 61 degrees. Sort of funny, the back porch was so cold that the windows fogged up on the inside.
It would be nice if the porch were a finished and heated room. However, it is not. It is strictly a closed in porch made of cement block with a cement floor. Yep, that spells cold in cold weather.
In a normal winter I can use the entire porch as an extra refrigerator. 😉
Since night fell the temperature plummeted to 36 degrees.
Dat’s okay I habs me blankie.
Caregivers need care too, but seldom get it
One of these days, I’ll manage to make and keep the appointment for my carpal tunnel. Half of my left hand is constantly numb.
Seems every time I’ve made an appointment for my hand, he’s gone into the hospital and I’ve had to cancel it.
Heaven knows how I’d manage surgery on it anyway. There’s no one that will take care of him and the dogs.
Yes, I NEED to hit the lottery so I can have a life.
As if we didn’t spend enough there already
G and I are in trouble.
There’s a new stand out at the farmers market.
“Here, have a sample.”
We take a sample. Looks of ecstasy cross our faces. “Ah, too delicious! We’ll stop here last, on our way out, so it stays cold.”
We skipped the Amish bakery, can’t set off my sweet tooth now I need to have some restraint.
Stopped at the gadget stand and picked up a biscuit cutter, I am tired of using a glass to cut out my biscuits–I’ve used one for 42 years.
We split a loaf of fresh sourdough bread at the artisan bakery.
G bought cabbage for halupkies (stuffed cabbage rolls) and I’ll get some!
Stopped at a favorite stand and picked up a little bulk sausage, pimento cheese, and smoked Gouda.
Another stand for smoked chicken thighs.
Finally back at the new stand, we bought our lunches of sushi and seaweed salad. Once we got back to my house, we dished out and shared our sushi choices. What a perfect and delicious lunch.
No, the MS society didn’t pay for it…or any of the various walkers he has
I ordered The Curmudgeon a new rollator. I found one that converts to a transfer chair. It will come in handy when he falls and I have to get him from one room to the next.
A Duet Transport Wheelchair Rollator Walker.
I hope it makes things a little easier. His older walker I’ll move upstairs and I’ll take the rollator from up there (it’s too heavy for me to easily carry down the porch stairs and lift into car) over to Good Shepherd and donate it. That way someone who really needs a rollator will have a good one.
This way we’ll still have two lightweight enough walkers in the house, upstairs and down, and the new one I will use as a transport chair for him when necessary.
It’s sad that this has to be his birthday gift this year.
It’s never cheap living with this disease. Between his medications and specialized equipment he needs, we’re never out of the hole.
The best laid plans…
In this house making plans is a lesson in futility. Never fails, if I make plans, The Curmudgeon has a bad day and wrecks them, or one of the dogs has issues.
I planned to go grocery shopping. I never made it out the door.
Nope, Lucy did something she hasn’t done for a long while. She ate her poop. Then she threw up in her crate. The stench! OMG, the stench!
Oh, boy, howdy, does my gag reflex work well. Got so bad, The Curmudgeon finished cleaning out her crate.
Afterwards, I had to wash all the dog bedding and even threw in the covering on the couch while I was at it.
The house smells better now.
That will teach you to not take me out when I wake up.
A tad warmer
At least we’re not in the teens or below.
Lucy and Gavin still wasted no time again doing their business. Hooray, I am never fond of the cold and the less time spent in it the happier I am.
The Curmudgeon had a poor walking day. It’s hard to see him barely able to get around even with his walker. Harder still, knowing it’s only going to get worse.
I find myself wishing every day that we lived on a beach, stress levels down to nothing, and no stairs for him to climb.
We can’t even find anyone to fix the porch. I need the attic cleaned to and can’t find anyone willing to do it. You see they are small jobs and not worth anyone’s time. So we’re stuck with the mess and the stress.
Time to take Lucy out, she’s looking for her hat and hoodie. Silly girl.
The steps are worse than this now. Sucks I can’t find anyone to fix them.
Colder still
Even the dogs are wishing for an indoor toilet. Twelve degrees out there with a real feel temperature of -3, oh so not fun!
Go outside? Not without my hoodie and hat, Momma.
Ew, it’s cold outside.
Ah yes, wintertime! Where you are trapped in a small area with loved ones who, by the end of the snowfall, (yay, so far we’ve had none but we have had lots of rain) …oh yeah, where was I? Who, by the end of the snowfall and digging out, you wish you were in Donner pass and they were dinner.
Wintertime, where young, strong idiots comment about older folks complaining they need help to shovel their walks and the older folks should get over it and do the work. Excuse me?!
I, for one, was ordered by my cardiologist to never shovel snow again if I wanted to stay alive. Secondly, my husband has secondary progressive MS and can barely stand much less walk and shovel snow. And we should ‘get over it and get to work.’
He should be grateful he’s young and strong and should get over himself because he’s at about the same age my husband was when he was first diagnosed with MS.
Karma is a bitch and she loves slapping arrogant people upside the head.
I’m just not a winter person
We had such nice December weather that I’m not looking forward to the upcoming cold weather of January and February.
I never liked being cold even as a child. Sure, I could ice skate and ski but did I want to? Nope. Breaking my arm on ice skates was the best thing that ever happened to me, it gave me an excuse for not going out in the cold.
Lucy agrees with me. With it down below freezing last night she went out and peed faster than normal.
I remember Mom.
Has it truly been eight years since my mother died? Seems like only yesterday that I heard the news…too late to attend her funeral.
I have one of “those” sisters.
It’s also been eight years since I’ve talked to my only remaining sister. Amazing since my phone number hasn’t changed in 42 years.
Can’t really say I have a single sister left can I? Oh well. Such is life.
When the New Year crept in…
I was the only one awake in my house.
When the New Year crept in…
Some idiots set off fireworks that woke up and upset our Lucy. She’s settled back down and snoring again.
When the New Year Crept in…
I didn’t drink any champagne this time. I didn’t wish anyone Happy New Year.
When the New Year crept in…
I cried. I kept thinking about facing another year the same or worse than the last one.
I hope the new year is better but I doubt that will happen
When did we stop talking to each other and instead turned it all into a snipe fest? We’re all snide remarks, bitching, and arguing with each other all the time now it seems.
I’m angry all the time, not good for the heart for sure.
I wish I could go back to that exact moment and end it before it starts. If it took leaving, I wish I’d done it then, before I became this nasty person I don’t like at all.
I am tired of this. So very tired.
Happy fucking New Year.
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