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Short note this time.

     Since I usually write these in the wee hours of the morning, and I know I won’t be up in the wee hours this night. I am popping in early to leave this note.

     Today I am off to my cardiologist (morning appointment and I don’t do mornings…) While I’m gone, the roofer will be working on the roof. His son didn’t have pancreatitis, he had gall stones which at 7 a.m. they removed.

     Now I’m off to finish washing my dinner dishes and taking the dogs out so I can get to bed early and make it to my doctor appointment on time.

     You all have a good one!

     Something pretty to start your day.



What a day

     No roof work yesterday. Our roofer’s son is in the hospital with pancreatitis. We can wait, his son is more important.

     Instead, I ran to the vet’s office for a bag of Patty’s special kidney diet food. To the pet store for dog cookies sans protein. And then to the grocery store for a few needed items.

     Gavin and Patty love their Old Mother Hubbard Cookies. Now they have a bunch of new ones for the pups to try, they are happy campers.

     The Curmudgeon tried to help carry some grocery bags from the front door to the kitchen, but for some reason, lost his balance and down he went, whacking his head in the process. He had a totally shit day going anyway, might as well top it off with a real doozy.

     I gave him an ice pack and continued on my way to unloading my van and bringing everything inside. Then I put all the stuff away. I think it’s time for a nice spiced rum and coke.

     You all have a good one!

HPIM3580Did Someone say cookies???????!!!

No more raindrops keep falling on my head?!

     The old roof is well over 100 years old. It is slate. It is shot. It has patches on patches. The pictures this young roofer came down with on his phone to show The Curmudgeon were downright scary.

     Today we get a new roof. Yay!

     Not looking forward to the morning, I’ll get to wake up to sound of someone pounding on our roof. Not the most pleasant way to wake up, but better than some of my mornings.

     Ah, yes. A new roof, good for at least thirty years. No more patches. May this please be the end of our leaks. What a pleasure in the days to come to not have to put buckets under drips. A dream come true.

     You all have a good one…I think I’m going to need a lot more coffee.

coffee gimme



Getting ready for the Pennwriters conference again!

     I didn’t go last year because Pittsburgh seemed too far away from The Curmudgeon when he was doing so poorly.  Lancaster is much closer to home so I feel safe in going this year.

     I had to buy new clothes, I haven’t lost any weight, rather I gained even more.  That sucks. My doctor says it is the medications I’m on that aren’t helping me with weight loss. Duh Doc. However, with the stent, the high blood pressure from stress, and all it isn’t safe for me to stop taking them. I might be able to stop taking them if I lost weight and could cut my stress levels down. Oh, ya think?? WTF do you think I have been trying to do? Vicious cycle.

     Yeah, cut my stress levels down. Surely you jest? You try living with The Curmudgeon. I love the man but his MS is a stress level mine field. From one day to the next, we have no idea how bad his day will be. I haven’t had a break in two years.

     I know I won’t go to Pittsburgh next year, but I think G and I might try for four days at a beach somewhere. I can’t go two years without a break again. If I hit the lottery, I think I’ll set up a MS caregivers vacation timeshare somewhere.

     You all have a good one!

seaI wish I knew who took this photo so I could credit them.

I didn’t take this picture.





Picture Saturday


HPIM3717All of these plants need to be moved, some of them I am keeping, the rest are free for the taking.

You dig and you can have them.

HPIM3723Changes are coming for this yard. I need to make it less yard to mow and more hard scape.

HPIM3722Decking, patios, raised planters, At least I have enough plants to use.

HPIM3721Bleeding heart is already twice this height as of yesterday.

HPIM3720Game patio and hammock hideaway?

HPIM3719wrap around deck with a patio below?

HPIM3718before drastic drop in temperature and snow the other day.


HPIM3725And these were some of the better looking ones.

Uh oh, da mumma said ears

     The Curmudgeon ran out of jelly beans the other day. I need to go get more, not so much for him as for the dogs. Yes, they each get a half of ONE every couple of days or so when his candy dish has some in it. Gavin and Patty will often try to get him to eat some so they can have theirs. Funny to watch two dogs sit in front of the stereo cabinet and stare at the glass candy dish on top of it.

     I’ve been working on getting Gavin and Patty’s ears clean this week. Gavin will not let you work on his floppy ear at all. Therefore he gets drops in that ear. Once Patty sees me grab one of the ear cleansing cloths from the container or sees me pick up the drops, she’s gone into hiding.

     Today was no different. I called Gavin into the kitchen to clean his ears and Patty disappeared. Someone had shut her crate door, so she dove into the back of Gavin’s crate. He was not amused later when he started to go into his crate only to find her there.

HPIM3710Daddy, you haz candy?

Yard Crashers welcome!

     The magnolia tree got frosted this year. The last two years it managed a full bloom without getting frosted. Not so lucky this year, the poor tree was about 1/2 in bloom when the temperature dropped to below freezing and we had a small amount of snow. All of which managed to turn the lovely pink blossoms into ugly, nasty brown gunk hanging in the tree.

     Good thing, fewer petals to rake up this year. Bad thing, fewer flowers to enjoy the eye-catching beauty of and the splendid fragrance I will miss out on.

     I have succeeded in addicting The Curmudgeon to the Yard Crashers, Desperate Landscapes, and other programs on DIY network. Too bad he can no longer do the work. He’s been very interested in my ideas for making the yard more garden and less grass, raised beds, wrap around back deck, and patio.

yard scrabbleI still want this!

Remember the leaky roof?

     Well, we got the estimate to strip the ancient slate roof off the house and replace it with shingles. No way can we afford to redo it with slate and the other half of this twin has shingles. So don’t go telling me I should use slates. Yep, I’m gearing up to fight the historic district on this one.

     As it is, we will now have two loans to pay off. The one for the shower we had to put in so The Curmudgeon could bathe safely and now for the roof. Don’t get me started on the crumbling front porch or the yard. Those expenses will come in when the two loans go away. We’ll have to refinance for the porch work.

     Life in the money pit never gets easier. 

     Yes, there will be June yard sale so we can defray some of the roof loan. I’m hoping the antique dishes and collectibles will bring in enough to help us out there. I plan to take the MIL’s jewelry to a local jeweler to sell. I don’t wear a lot of jewelry and her taste was nothing close to mine. Might as well use it to pay off what we can. I think the only piece that I’ll hang on to is his great grandmother’s ring, I love it.

To top it all off, we got snow. Effing SNOW!

Stop snowing

Little of this a little of that…

     Nothing like dentist appointment to finish off your day. Now my teeth are clean and I don’t go back there until October.

     Gavin has developed a pressure sore on the one rear ankle. He’s always rumpling his cushy bedding into one corner for his head and sleeping on the bare crate. All I can do is soak the entire foot in hot water and Providine, dry it, and put on a triple antibiotic ointment.

     Patty is feeling good and is playful again these days. We can only hope that continues.

     The Curmudgeon is still not doing great. We’re hoping he has some improvement, this weakness he’s having is for the birds as far as he’s concerned.

     You all have a good one.

HPIM3379Come on brudder! I get you!

Let the walks begin.

     We had a gorgeous sunny and warm day yesterday. So lovely it was that I popped over to G’s to suggest going for a walk. Seems she had the same idea and was just going to come to my house. LOL!

     I drove us over to the park where we had a lovely walk.  Met a few nice people and dogs and enjoyed listening to the birds as we walked by trees just beginning to wake up for Spring.

     Happily, I didn’t get winded at all on our walk as I feared I would. We are both looking forward to many more walks.

     You all have a good one!


I hate panic mode

     MS sucks. We all know that. The Curmudgeon’s MS tends to suck in multiple ways. Yesterday it sucked by stranding him in the kitchen in the morning. Which in turn had him using his cell phone to call the house and leave a message knowing that the phone next to my bed would pick up the message and (most likely) wake me.

     One problem with that, is when he does it, he puts me in adrenalin zapped heart pumping overloaded panic mode. Too many times of that and one day I’ll just die of a panic induced heart attack before I get to the top of the stairs.

     I spent the rest of the day cranky, completely out of sorts, too tired from only 4 hours sleep, head achy, and unable to fully function. Nothing got done.

You all have a good one.

     I need a vacation.


Oops! Poor kitty.

     Last night I was in the basement getting ready to load the washer when I heard a cat yowling. We don’t have a cat. They do have an inside cat next door. The sound was not coming from their cellar though, it was coming from outside. Felix never goes outside…wait, yes he does. He will go out once in a while with them and usually doesn’t leave the back porch steps.

     “Felix is that you?”


     “Did you get left outside?”


     “Hold on a minute. I’ll let them know.”

     “Meow meow meow MEOW!”

     “I know it’s raining. I’m hurrying.”

     It was nice and warm in the late afternoon and early evening.  I’m betting he slipped out when they had the dogs out last and they didn’t notice him.  He is a black cat after all and practically invisible in the dark. He’s now inside and happy.



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