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My tree didn’t bloom
My magnolia tree didn’t put on its finery this spring. We’ve barely a dozen flowers on the tree. Instead of loads of blossoms the tree has started with leaves. So very saddening.
At least I have the pictures from previous years.
Some bad days and many worse days
It’s painful to watch The Curmudgeon allow himself to circle the drain. His doctors have recommended exercise, physical therapy, and even swimming.
He refuses saying they only make him hurt more.
Fine. If you’re determined to do a slow death spiral, go ahead, but I refuse to be a part of it.
I will no longer participate in your idiocy.
I refuse to be egged into daily battles.
In the meantime, I intend to work on my health and well-being.
It went that-a-way!
You can’t make this stuff up and be believed.
The #Twitiot is at it again.
Only the #Cheeto can misplace an aircraft carrier, and its retinue.
Another day in Twitiot land
Politicians in this nation are worse and worse. It seems with the #Twitiot, #Whitehouserat, #Orangetroll dashing off to Mar-screw the people-largo to play golf all the time and spend the taxpayers money, all the republican snakes are crawling out from under their respective rocks.
I think a snake should be their new symbol.
This whole destroy anything that is good for people attitude in #Twitler’s government is beyond insane.
I imagine it will take years to repair the damage done by them not only in Government programs but in the American people.
Ears are lowered
Got my ears lowered yesterday. Yep, hair is short. Now I can start wearing all my wonderful ear cuffs again.
So glad I threw a roast in the crock pot so I didn’t have to worry about preparing dinner after my 4:30 appointment.
I’ve been watching the BBC’s Dr. Who marathon. I’m having a great time. I missed a few and now I am caught up.
Today’s Tee-shirt
Train of thought derailed. Again.
Standing at the sink washing dishes and one idea after another runs through my head.
Sit down to write my blog post and each idea has fled like a mouse from a cat.
Oh, it’s going to be one of those days.
Wow, I forgot how much I enjoyed sitting on my porch
We had a nasty, rude neighbor, who tormented us, made it a misery to sit outside, we quit sitting on my front porch. It’s been a few years since we got to enjoy it.
He moved.
The entire neighborhood celebrated.
This summer …we take back the porch.
Sunny, 80 degrees, and I missed out on it.
Yep, I didn’t get to enjoy the lovely weather we had yesterday.
Why?
Well, because…The Curmudgeon, That’s why.
Yeah, a week ago he mentioned in passing that he had a tiny infection in one of his injection sites. (He takes Rebif for his MS and does 3 injections a week.) I told him to keep it clean and use an antibiotic cream on it.
Come to find out, his idea of keeping it clean was to wipe it down with an alcohol prep pad and that was all.
Yesterday he ‘thought maybe the infection was a bit worse’ and should he try doing something else?
Without looking at it, (next time I look) I told him that maybe he needed a trip to the doctor just in case. Good thing I did.
We did a drop in at our Dr.’s emergency center. There, I finally got a look at the ‘infected site’ when the doctor took a look and my response was: “WTF! That’s no little infection you idiot!” No wonder he didn’t ask me to look at it.
He got two, yes, two shots of a hefty antibiotic in his butt, one in each cheek, and a prescription for 10 days of another one.
SMDH.
Wanted: one handy person
I often wish I could roll back the years and make a few changes.
I would have made sure all the crap I wanted done in this house was done before MS took its toll on The Curmudgeon. All those promises he made were worth nothing after he retired on disability.
Now I have to find someone who is willing to be a handyperson for us. There’s so much I cannot do and is way beyond what he can do these days.
Problem is, we can’t find a soul to do it.
If only I could find someone to clean the attic that the roofer wrecked and made a total mess of and redo all the insulation there that is falling down from his carelessness. That would be a start.
After which maybe I could begin to get things out of places they shouldn’t be stored and put them in the attic out of the way.
That would mean I’d have room to actually clean and put things away in all the other rooms.
Then there’s all that crap in the basement I need to have cleaned out so we can finally get the guys in to put that new oil tank in before the old one springs a major leak.
The interior painting we need done in every freaking room.
Hardscaping the yard too so the dogs track in less mud and can keep their claws trimmed. Raised beds are easier to weed and plant.
As you can tell it’s a mountain of things to do and only me to do it. That’s why it isn’t getting done. I’m jumping through hoops for The Curmudgeon’s care, running errands, and doing all the other stuff I do. I am far too overwhelmed with keeping up with the cooking and every day housework to do more.
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