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Dream a little dream
Okay, I admit it. I often roll over and go back to sleep so I don’t have to face another day quite so soon. I am tired of arguments and feeling like all I am here for is to wait on The Curmudgeon. Unfortunately, yesterday my dreams went to us arguing rather than being something pleasant. I can’t escape even in dreamland.
I know I’d be more willing to do it if he actually made some sort of effort to get his muscles in even mildly better shape.
Physical therapy? He won’t go, the place is too far from home. Using the home gym I have set up? Nope, why would he bother?
He’d rather turn into this man who looks and acts as if he were 90 years-old than make any effort to work on muscle memory or strength. At least he will use his cart.
Of course, come to find out, Mr. Cranky Pants hasn’t been taking his antidepressants for at least a week. No wonder he’s been so impossible to live with. You bet I gave him the devil for not taking them when I found out and he’s started them again.
I hate MS. I hate that it has taken the kind, loving, and considerate man I married away.
Where was I?…zzzzzzzzzzzzz
I can’t seem to write out a single complete or coherent thought these days much less a chapter in any of my books. All I feel like doing is sleep or eat.
I try to read. My eyelids get heavy. I jolt awake when my Kindle slaps my leg.
I think I am awake and wonder who is snoring only to find it is me and the dog next to me.
A little bit of everything
So far we’ve had a decent summer here. Yes, some days were hot but nothing like what we suffered through the last two years.
These cool nights we are having are fabulous. They make for good sleeping without the constant drone of the AC. They also save us some money too.
Yesterday, I had to run my car over for inspection and its first oil change. Yes, its first one, it finally had enough mileage.
At the same time, The Curmudgeon had a neurologist appointment. I usually take him to his appointments but had to miss this one. He’s scheduled for another MRI and a blood test.
Looks like next week The Curmudgeon’s friend will stop over and get the whole house fan set up for us. I’m so glad.
Lucy and Gavin enjoy each other although at times she gets to be too much for the old boy. That’s when he asks for someone to shut him in his crate with the help me look.
The Daddy says I’m special
Daddy put a new bit of bling on my fancy Collar my World collar.
Can you see it?
It says ‘Special Police’ on it!
Does this mean I am a police dog now?
Watching wolves on TV …
Yesterday, The Curmudgeon was watching a program on wolves.
It caught Lucy’s Attention.
BARK!!!
Bark, bark, bark…
Dad, are you seeing this?!
I can hear them howling!!!
Any wood sculptors out there that want to showcase their talent?
The cemetery near me has several huge horse-chestnut trees they are taking down. There is one tall trunk left by the one gate that G and I think would make a cool sculpture. However, neither one of us has any talent in that direction.
No one could pay you for your work. However, if it is done well and beautiful it would attract huge amounts of attention, thus being great advertisement of your skills.
There is a possibility of having several more large tree trunks available if one was speedy to ask the cemetery for permission and offered the sculpts as free beautification pieces. There are three views of the trunk below.
Heat and MS not a good mix.
The heat got to The Curmudgeon yesterday. By the time I got up he was not in good shape, barely able to walk. It is so frustrating for him.
We had to turn the AC on. It didn’t get cool enough over night to turn it off and the forecast for today is even warmer. There goes the electric bill again.
I wish we could go solar and wind powered so we didn’t have to go broke paying for our electrical use in warm weather.
The yard work is going nowhere. I don’t seem to have the energy to tackle it. Heck, I don’t seem to have the energy to tackle much of anything these days. The feeling of being overwhelmed has only gotten worse these last couple of months.
I need to get the whole house fan installed and working so we can save a bit of money on cool nights and days. I haven’t the energy to drag myself to the attic and walk through the mess the roofer created up there to do it. Every time I see the mess up there I want to curl up into a ball and cry.
There’s too much to do and not enough of me to do it all.
Please, have a good one, at least then someone does.
I think I’ll go fishing again
Oops, I forgot to take my camera to the farmers market again. It’s not like I have a smart phone like most people. I don’t. I don’t even own an old cell phone. I’ve always hated the connected 24/7 aspect of them.
If I am not at home, I am unreachable. I like it that way. One should be allowed one’s privacy and time to oneself. One should be aware of one’s surroundings at all times.
A person shouldn’t be nose first into the screen of a phone all the time. Put them down and walk away. Teach your children to do the same.
Take that time to look at each other, talk, learn to enjoy human company again. It’s not too late and may be the best thing you ever did.
You all have a good one.
It’s not all sunshine
I know it would probably easier to drag myself through each day if I were medicated and numb. However, I do not want to go that route. I’ve seen how damaging that can be.
Once in a while I’ll have a glass of wine or some other drink but never more than one or two and never off into lala land. I have a need to be in control at all times.
Being drugged or drunk doesn’t work well when you have someone to take care of all the time. If The Curmudgeon falls I need to be able to help him up or, at the very least, coherently ask for help.
Twice a year I cut loose and allow myself to get a little out of control. One is over. October cannot get here fast enough this year. 😉
You all have a good one. I’m counting days.
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