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Stranger Spring than last year’s.
Posted by doggonedmysteries
My new mouse. The only Ferrari I’ll ever own. LOL!
Yes, I know I’m weird but you must have fun where you can get it.
I can’t believe how chilly it got yesterday. I wore my hoodie to take the dogs out and they weren’t eager to stay outside for long. Nope, they wanted to snuggle with me on the couch. It makes me glad I haven’t planted anything yet. Here I was worrying about that, not anymore!
At least the cool air had The Curmudgeon feeling fairly chipper, for him that is, his chipper is someone else’s not so good.
Time for me to go snuggle with the pups again. You all have a good one!
Posted in Misc
Tags: Author, Caregiver, Disability, Doggoned, Life, Love, Multiple Sclerosis, Writer, Writing
Sniff…did you smell that?
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One thing I’ve noticed since I quit smoking is my sense of smell is even sharper. All those years I smoked, I still had a better sense of smell than a lot of people, but now I am amazed with how acute it is.
(As careful as he is to keep people from noticing it, my cardiologist is a smoker. The scent was very faint but it was there. He doesn’t know that I know.)
Walking through the farmers market is a fragrance filled adventure. I love the perfume of good food. The scent of fresh fruits, smoked meats, roasted chickens, pizza, pickles, fresh breads and other baked goods, cheeses… oh my! I should wear a bib to keep me from drooling on the various cases we pass by traversing from one end to another.
I do not love the stink of people who bathe in perfumes or aftershave. Dial it back people, you are migraine inducing idiots! I am fortunate that my migraines are not triggered by perfumes. However, I have many friends who do have their migraines triggered by perfume. The only thing that triggers my migraines these days are petroleum products.
Remember to stop and smell the flowers. You all have a good one!
Another day of MS fogginess for The Curmudgeon
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The Curmudgeon was all befuddled yesterday because his routine suffered interruption by some religious idiots knocking on our door. It threw him so far off, that he forgot to take his morning medications, thank you very much you useless fools who knock on doors trying to force your religious views on others. Be glad I was asleep.
Once I woke up, I managed to get things back in order. I’m so glad I’ve taken to checking his pill containers twice a day to see if he took his morning and evening pills.
Yes, his MS is affecting his brain function. If he doesn’t do things in a certain order each day, he forgets stuff and gets all muddled.
You all have a good one.
Posted in MS related
Tags: Author, Disability, Doggoned, Family, Life, Love, Multiple Sclerosis, Writer, Writing
We continue on, one day and one step at a time
Posted by doggonedmysteries
It scares me to death when The Curmudgeon has a bad spell. He had a particularly bad one yesterday.
He was on the floor and I couldn’t get him up. I hurt my back trying to do it. Finally, I called the neighbor for help. We were fortunate he was home and responded.
With me already an emotional wreck, this bad spell sent me over the edge. While the neighbor helped him, I fell apart in the kitchen, well away from them so The Curmudgeon couldn’t see me.
I know he’s frustrated when these things happen. I am too. There’s no light on the horizon either, and yet we plod on.
Posted in MS related
Tags: Author, Caregiver, Disability, Doggoned, Life, Love, Multiple Sclerosis, Writer, Writing
No fresh veggies yesterday…but there’s always today
Posted by doggonedmysteries
Plans to go to the gym yesterday fell through. When I called G, no one was home. I figured they were running very late at the grocery store. So much for the gym, the grocery store, and a stop at the farmers market on the way home. I thought maybe I’d do the grocery store and farmers market run a little after noon.
Later on, after I got busy doing a few things around the house, I looked at the clock, and I realized that by then it was too late for me to go to the farmers market and grocery store. I refuse to shop anywhere near three in the afternoon with all the mommies and their cranky kids and it was ten after three.
I’ll go to the farmers market and grocery store today. I need fresh veggies and a few other things.
Posted in Food
Tags: Author, Caregiver, Doggoned, Farmers' market, Food, Life, Multiple Sclerosis, Writer, Writing
Lovely day in the 80s yesterday
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The frog is in the house! I was out working around the pond yesterday and our frog decided to make an appearance. We also have a garter snake in residence. Of course where there’s one garter snake there are usually more. I don’t mind them.
Another piece of the fairy tale
Posted by doggonedmysteries
Mavelle checked her boot and was pleased to find her knife was still safe inside its sheath. “At least the troll hadn’t the wits to search me. We have your slingshots and my knife. I wish this were the crystal knife though.” Her heart lurched in her chest. “Cragger! I hope he’s alive.”
Lovena sniffed. “Last night was cold. Tonight will be colder. Can you start a fire?”
“Yes, I have a flint in the handle of my knife.” Mavelle set to work lighting a fire. Before long, they had a crackling good one going.
Sarah stood close to the fire rubbing her hands together. “I thought I’d never be warm again.”
Mavelle and Lovena sat next to each other; Lovena rested her head on her sister’s shoulder and asked, “Will we get out of here?”
“We will.”
Sarah scoffed. “How can you be so sure of that?”
“Because as long as I have a breath in me, as long as my heart beats in my chest, I will try to get us home. Unlike you, dear sister.” Mavelle spat those last words out.
Posted in Short Stories, Writing
Tags: Author, Doggoned, Fiction, Life, Love, Multiple Sclerosis, Writer, Writing
Pictures because I am lazy today…
Posted by doggonedmysteries
In case any of you have wondered what my desk top looks like, this is what is on my right side and on the top.
Yes, there are two skinny pictures to keep reminding me of my goal. No, we won’t talk about all my toys. 😛
My batty Pez holder is empty…need more Pez.
You all have a good one!
Posted in Writing
Tags: Author, Caregiver, Disability, Doggoned, Home, Multiple Sclerosis, Pez, Writer, Writing
Waiting for checks
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I wonder if the people I owe money to would believe that the reason I haven’t sent them any checks is because I ran out and I am waiting for some to get here?
It’s true and I feel like quite the twit about it. I meant to reorder them, I really did, but things in this house never seem to fall on the sane side. I forgot. I completely forgot all about them.
You all have a good one.
Posted in Misc
Tags: Author, Caregiver, Disability, Doggoned, Home, Life, Multiple Sclerosis, Writer, Writing
Interesting birds showed up yesterday
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I was rather surprised to see two downy woodpeckers and a lovely little nuthatch had decided that our tulip poplar needed an inspection. This was the best shot I could get from the kitchen window.
You all have a good one!
The Washcloth
Posted by doggonedmysteries
Ladies this has to be read, laughed at, and passed on. There is not a woman alive today who won’t crack up over this!
I was due for an appointment with the gynecologist later in the week. Early one morning, I received a call from the doctor’s office to tell me that I had been rescheduled for that morning at 9:30 am. I had only just packed everyone off to work and school, and it was already around 8:45am. The trip to his office took about 35 minutes, so I didn’t have any time to spare. As most women do, I like to take a little extra effort over hygiene when making such visits, but this time I wasn’t going to be able to make the full effort.
So, I rushed upstairs, threw off my pajamas, wet the washcloth that was sitting next to the sink, and gave myself a quick wash in that area to make sure I was at least presentable. I threw the washcloth in the clothes basket, donned some clothes, hopped in the car and raced to my appointment.
I was in the waiting room for only a few minutes when I was called in. Knowing the procedure, as I’m sure you do, I hopped up on the table, looked over at the other side of the room and pretended that I was in Paris or some other place a million miles away.
I was a little surprised when the doctor said, “My, we have made an extra effort this morning, haven’t we?” I didn’t respond.
After the appointment, I heaved a sigh of relief and went home. The rest of the day was normal .. Some shopping, cleaning, cooking. After school when my 6-year-old daughter was playing, she called out from the bathroom, “Mommy, where’s my washcloth?”
I told her to get another one from the cupboard.
She replied, “No, I need the one that was here by the sink, it had all my glitter and sparkles saved inside it.”
Never going back to that doctor again……….. never.
You all have a good one and keep on laughing!!!
Posted in Jokes
Tags: Author, Disability, Doggoned, Fiction, Humor, Life, Multiple Sclerosis, Writer, Writing
Fairy tale again, again….
Posted by doggonedmysteries
“Mavelle?”
She heard her younger sister’s voice but her eyes refused to open.
“Mavelle? Mavelle, it’s me Lovena.”
“Oh, for pity’s sake. Quit it. I’m sick of hearing you calling her name.”
That voice could only be Sarah’s, Mavelle thought as she tried to move. A sharp pain sliced through her side. She moaned and opened her eyes only to have them stabbed with a bright light. She slammed them shut.
A cold cloth, covered her eyes and a gentle hand smoothed her hair. “You’re alive, dear sister. Rest now.”
Mavelle drifted off to sleep.
The voice grated through her veil of sleep like a farrier’s rasp. “We’ll never get out of here. She was our last hope.”
“Shut up, Sarah.” Mavelle sat up. “I wasn’t out there alone. I had help.” If Cragger and McDougal are still alive, that is. She didn’t dare voice that aloud.
Lovena ran to her side. “Are you okay?”
“I’ll live.”
“Not for long if our rocky friend has anything to say about it,” said Sarah.
“Always the pessimist.” Mavelle tipped an imaginary hat to Sarah. “Lovena, what do we have?”
“I’ve made three slingshots exactly the way you taught me to do. Even though Sarah had no petticoats to spare for the job, I managed by using all of mine and part of yours. We have a fire pit and every scrap of wood I could find I stacked near it. I couldn’t get one started. I hope you have more skill. There’s no food, but we have water.”










