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I passed my 6th year anniversary on WordPress.
It’s hard to believe I’ve been writing this blog for six years now and with hardly missing a day. Admittedly, there have been a few days I haven’t posted, but those days have been few and far between.
My stats are so screwy it’s hard to tell what sort of posts you all prefer. Now is your chance to let me know.
Tell me. What do you want to see more of on this blog?
Improvement?
Day three of The Curmudgeon staying in bed. He moved a tad better and managed a shower. He even went downstairs early in the morning, let the dogs out and fed them. Keeping my fingers crossed that he continues to improve.
Lucy made sure to cuddle with him whenever she got a chance.
He did some clowning around for me so I could show you part of this year’s Halloween costume. Got to love a silly man.
Calling Nurse Lucy.
So far, The Curmudgeon has spent two days in bed. This is not a good thing. Yesterday, he was a bit better than the day before. He’s nowhere near ready to be back downstairs.
Lucy missed her Daddy and kept poking around the gate on the stairs any chance she got. This evening, after dinner, I leashed her and took her upstairs to see him. Once she saw him on his bed, she started wagging her tail like crazy. I lifted her on the bed and she snuggled right down on top of him. Our little bully nurse.
Gavin doesn’t even notice his daddy isn’t downstairs.
I am hoping against hope that The Curmudgeon is feeling a lot better when he wakes up today.
You all have a good one!
She’s looking forward to him back in his chair so she can snuggle like this.
Strange day. Thank you effing MS.
I headed to bed at three in the morning, early for a change. I thought, “Ah hah! I will sleep well and be up in time to relax with my coffee before G and I go out to lunch.”
I should have known better. Any time I make plans The Curmudgeon’s MS rears its ugly head and flings my plans to the four winds. Just dozing off, I hear him calling me. (Crap!) Bounding out of bed, dashing down the hallway my blood pressure jacked through the roof, I find him unable to move. Scared to death, I screamed at him. My language consisted of expletives and I sounded like an educated sailor.
Yeah, I’m an idiot. I am NOT a nurse. I was scared out of my mind.
He had to pee. I cussed some more and helped him with his pee bottle. Then I went back to bed. Just barely begin to doze off when he’s calling for me again for the same reason.
I am not a nice person. I am not prepared to do this. I have no help at all. There is no one who actually gives a shit about us, other than G, nearby and I can’t ask her for help she’s still raw from losing her husband to cancer.
G is the only reason I managed to keep my sanity. She took me to lunch anyway even though I was not sure if I should leave him alone. I didn’t realize how much I needed to get out and away until I went.
Upon returning home, a nicer person appeared.
You all have a good one.
I’ll try to keep my sanity…
A variety of tidbits
Yes, the decorations are beginning to make their way to various locations in the house.
There’s been no progress on Audrey 2, don’t ask. I need to find a starting point.
Needed my Tens unit again yesterday, my back was acting up a bit. I love my Tens, it makes the pain go away so easily.
Gavin and Lucy tired each other out so bad yesterday, that Gavin crawled into his crate, barked to have the door closed and cover dropped, and was out for hours afterwards. Lucy looked like a dead critter on the couch she was so sound asleep.
You all have a good one! I’m going out to lunch today. Whoohoo Red Lobster! G’s treat. Pity The Curmudgeon, he’s not going.
Agatha is back in her spot.
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You all have a good one!
You know it’s Fall when….
I took down my hammock. At times, I wish I lived where it could stay up all the time. Better yet, I should hit the lottery so I can have a summer home and a winter home.
This is when I usually cuss my head off about not having enough money to buy new front and back doors and a storm door for the back, again. What I really need, in addition to the money, is someone who can go get them and install them for me.
Another sign is that I am working on my large prop for trick or treat night. I think I need to buy more chicken wire.
I cleaned out part of the shed. Anyone need a large gas-powered weed eater? It is way too heavy for me and I could use a few extra bucks to put towards new doors. Heck, I have a lot of yard and garden power tools that he bought and they are too much for me to work with.
I did find the little electric chain saw that I will make use of trimming some larger, too low-hanging, branches off the magnolia tree.
You all have a good one!
The bliss that is the fuzzy blanket
We haven’t turned our heat on yet and yesterday was a bit chilly. That plus the fact that little Lucy wasn’t up to par (*whispers so as not to embarrass her* “She had the runs.”) She made the use of the fuzzy blanket, a new thing for her. She likes it. She wanted back under it later too.
I bought the fuzzy throw for The Curmudgeon but he didn’t like it. Patty and Gavin took it over, so I am not surprised that Lucy loves it too.
Patty and Gavin with the fuzzy blanket
Yeah, Lucy is snoring. LOUD.
Big weather heading our way
Watching the weather forecast for today and I’m sure we’re going to have two bored and, at times, very wet dogs.
Thank goodness we have the attic and back porch windows closed and almost ready for winterization. That will come a bit later, for now we’ll go with closed, and the porch windows will reopen every warm day we have left.
With the rains comes mud. Makes me glad I hadn’t got around to mopping the kitchen and living room floors yet.
I did get more of the porch cleaned yesterday. Still have some to go if only I could get rid of a certain rocking chair that I don’t need.
She only wants him for his cookies…
Lucy is a mercenary little girl, but then aren’t all bull terriers? If her Daddy has a cookie, she will give him her undivided attention. However, as soon as he is empty-handed, she’s on my lap. 😀
If she spots her boyfriend, her crush of the century, no one else exists. She’s cute. She gets away with it.
Allergies are acting up a bit. Time for the Benedryl.
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