If you can’t eat it or play with it, just pee on it and walk away.
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I’m a mystery writer–read my ‘about me’ page to find out more. Feel free to check out the excerpts from my Doggoned Mystery series and take a look at my favorite pictures of our garden and what was once our pond. The Bull Pen page has pictures of our bullies past and present and friends.
The day before yesterday I finally had a doctor appointment. I happily have my medications refilled, those that needed refilling. I’d been skipping some pills because I was running low and was nervous about stopping them altogether. I know, not smart. But I had so many other things going on I came in at second place to the rest.
Yesterday, I spent most of the day dealing with the side effects of 2 shots, flu and pneumonia. Biggest problem was the sore arms at the injection sites. This gal was good I didn’t even feel the first shot and barely felt the second. It was later that I began to have pain–lots of it. My new doctor even got me scheduled with a cardiologist too.
Lucy’s foot is much improved and tomorrow we go in for another recheck.
My neighbor is loving my porch–she drops by often to sit out there with me and have some coffee.
I have even begun to dabble at a new book idea. And I think it will manage to go into series form.
So, on Wednesday they mostly finished the sun room. Yeah, I said mostly. They came up 1 panel short on the ceiling’s bead board. Yep…1 panel. They had to order it so I am waiting for them to finish.
Managed to get to a doctor this morning. He changed one of my meds to a similar medication but now I only have to take it once a day and it is time released so it should be much more effective on my blood pressure.
He also told me stop taking a multivitamin. Says it could do me more harm than good. I also had blood work done and got a flu shot and a pneumonia shot.
I have an appointment with a new cardiologist on the 19th and my new doctor is sending me for a bone density test sometime soon too.
Lucy still has to have her doughnut collar on when she decides she has to fuss over her foot. She went with me and stayed in the car, with the doughnut on, for 3 hours. She slept the entire time. Such a good girl!
I have sorely neglected this blog and I apologize to all my readers.
Getting settled in the new house, trying to sell the old house, Lucy having surgery on a rear paw, and the construction starting for the sun room have all been taking up my time and energy.
I am pretty well settled in and loving the new house. Still trying to get the old house sold. Keep your fingers crossed.
And at the moment I am dealing with the sun porch construction and worrying over Lucy–results from the histology won’t be here for 7 to 10 days.
Three freaking times the sale of my house has fallen through. This last time, the wife loved the house and cried when her husband was too scared of the cemetery to buy the house.
People, my husband lived in that house for 65 years, I lived in it for 46…the residents of the cemetery left us alone They made for very quiet neighbors.
The house was a blast to decorate for Halloween and see how many people we could tempt up the street for candy.
I will never understand the sheer cowardice and superstitious idiocy that caused the baby man to back out of the sale.
I long for the day when I can come on here and type “It is sold!” So far that day has not happened.
I had a couple of close calls–two offers I accepted one–it fell through. I accepted the other one and that too fell through.
I can’t seem to win.
I swear it’s either Jay or his mother that is screwing this up. Probably his mother–it seems like something she do from the grave. Anything to fuck up my day.
It is depressing as hell to have to pay bills on a house I hate and no longer live in.
Let’s get the good mojo going.
Repeat after me: The house is going to sell this week…the house is going to sell this week…one more time…the house is going to sell this week.
She especially takes exception to fireworks and thunderstorms.
We had a thunderstorm most of the evening. She went unwillingly into her crate which is where I put her so she she doesn’t panic pace all over the house.
It used to be she would head for the crate during a thunderstorm, but lately I literally have to drag her to her crate. I give her two calmatives and cover the crate. She falls asleep until I later retrieve her (when the thunderstorm passes by.)
When I left Allentown, I left my old bedroom set behind. My parents bought it for me when we moved to Allentown back in 1969. Yes, I’ve had the set since junior high.
I do believe it was way past time to invest in a new bedroom set.
When I first moved here to Winder I bought a bed, later I bought a headboard I liked. I wasn’t finding anything that tripped my trigger in dressers, chests, amoires, or bedside tables.
My neighbor Vicky and I set aside Thursday for the strict purpose of finding me bedroom furniture.
The first place we tried here in Winder was a dreadful failure. The furniture was cheapass and poorly made. I need something that will last for the rest of my life.
We looked online and found a place in another town, Lawrenceville, GA. Brownlee’s furniture was a huge surprise. They had tons of furniture and plenty of bedroom sets to choose from.
Yep, I found what I wanted. Suzan was a big help and I am sure I’ll be speaking to her again…they had great bookcases…
I didn’t mean put my deceased husband’s name on every freaking mailing list in existence.
My daily mail seems to consist of a ton of junk mail addressed to him at MY address. Nope. Sorry. He has nothing to to do with this house. I bought it. I live here. HE IS DECEASED. He had nothing what-so-ever to do with this house.
Daily, I am making calls to places to tell them to take his name off their mailing lists…he is deceased! He has NEVER lived here.
His mother died in 2010 and I am still getting things for her.
It NEVER ends!!!
“Hi, I’m calling you to ask you to please take my husband off your mailing list. It seems he cannot take advantage of your offers since he is deceased and was cremated back in February.”
After my husband died in February, I knew I had to get out of that house I’d hated for 46 years. No matter how hard I had tried while he was still alive he would never consider selling the house and moving.
Now that I am in my own house in GA I’ve made a few other changes too. I left my bedroom set behind and am working on designing my new bedroom the way I want. I bought brightly colored rugs for my office and living room that he would not have liked in the least.
The other day I replaced my silverware of 46 years with something completely new and I’m loving the change. Jay would have hated the set.
When I bought my house in Georgia in June I tried to close my Verizon account in PA because I couldn’t take Verizon with me since, in Winder, it is unavailable.
If I charged them per hour for the time I’ve spent on the phone and online with them trying to do a simple thing like close an account, they’d owe me a small fortune.
“We need you to return the equipment.”
“I will do so immediately when you send a box to the correct address.”
No boxes were forthcoming.
“We’re charging you for another month. You haven’t returned the equipment.”
“You haven’t sent return boxes and labels yet.”
20 phone calls and about the same number of online chats later nothing had changed and they are charging me for another month of services unused. Plus still no boxes for returns so my agent in PA could return the equipment.
Then lo and behold! Boxes arrived, not at the PA address, I so specifically told them to send them to a multitude of times, no, they arrived at my new address in Georgia.
Another dozen or so phone calls and online chats later they promise boxes will go to the PA address.
Finally, after 2 entire months the boxes arrived at the PA address and my agent there immediately shipped them out.
I received yet another bill with more charges.
Spent another two hours online and on the phone telling them to close the MF account.
Tentatively…I will say it is closed. However, we shall see what we shall see.
I do not, under any circumstances, recommend Verizon to anyone.
Once you’re theirs they will not let you go without a major struggle.