Category Archives: Misc

Is it just me or…

Why is it, that the more your back aches, the heavier the laundry baskets?

The more you want to sleep, the more things keep you awake?

The less social you are feeling, the more people show up at your door?

Have you any more to add?

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I swear it’s a conspiracy

There are days where the world conspires to keep me from getting enough sleep.

It started with Lucy deciding to climb all over me (before my alarm went off at 10 a.m.) and bark in my face. Yeah, she had to pee although I’d taken her out at 4 a.m.

Got the dogs done, The Curmudgeon had his breakfast, dogs went out for a second time and I climbed back onto the couch to try for a bit more sleep.

That didn’t happen. After the 6th nonsense phone call–whatever happened to that list we’re supposedly on? I was ready to cry. So, so tired.

I no sooner started to doze off again when the mailman rang our doorbell, which is directly above the couch…it is loud Westminster chimes… LOUD. CHIMES. Peel me off the ceiling LOUD.

I do have a new, quieter doorbell sitting in the kitchen still in the box. Where it’s been for almost two years waiting for someone to install it.

Volunteers? Yeah, that’s why it is still in the box.

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A long and boring day

Oh yeah, nothing like having a day drag on and on.

Spend over an hour at the neurologist’s office and then another hour at the hospital lab while he got blood tests done.

The only excitement in the day was when I realized I’d left my Kindle behind at the neurologist’s office. The Curmudgeon called them on his cell phone while he waited to go in for his blood test and sure enough they had it.

I went back for it–so glad the office is  only a mere block away.

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It never fails…

It seems that whenever there is some sort of celestial event, we have cloudy skies.

Sigh.

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Yeah, white dogs and black clothes…such fun.

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Never pays to get sick…

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The Curmudgeon writes

OMG she’d better get better fast!

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Lucy writes

Momma is feeling very sick. She has fever and chills and is way too tired to do anything but cuddle with me on the couch.

I don’t mind.

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Oh for Pete’s sake…

Can we not get through a single day without the buffoon in charge causing us more embarrassment?

Probably not.

Join the resistance.

One of my favorites is http://robertreich.org/

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Who am I?

I know who I was.

I know I have changed.

Used to be I’d wake up, read my newspaper, and drink a cup of coffee. Then I’d scramble and get things done and go to work.

Then we started to have delivery problems, and collection problems, until I finally had enough and called the paper to cancel my subscription.

Then The Curmudgeon’s health went to hell and I had to become his caregiver instead of his partner, wife, lover, and friend.

My routine became watching the news while gulping down my morning coffee after taking care of him and the dogs.

That too stopped. I don’t remember when but I quit watching the news. I could no longer take the violence and stupidity. I also no longer had the time or the patience to sit still and watch it.

Yeah, watching the news these days takes patience. ‘Alternative truths’ really tick me off. When I start yelling at newscasters and politicians for telling lies, and let us please call them what they are, LIES, I know I have to stop and change the channel.

I’ve stopped writing my books, no time for them, and my mind is too cluttered with everything else I need to remember. Like what pills The Curmudgeon takes and when. Not mixing up the dog’s medications, and remembering to take my own.

I have enough to do just to keep this house semi-running. I can’t spend a lot of time writing for pleasure.

I miss writing for pleasure, but when I have to go on the computer to fact check newscasters and politicians, I know I need to start writing more like this and less like the mystery writer I wish to be.

I know my rebellion would make my father proud. He always did call me his little rebel.

This is who I am now… rebel, caregiver, disorganized housekeeper, poor blogger, and a slave to two dogs.

Oh, and if you don’t like my blog, don’t read it.

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Energy reserves at 0

It seems that although that damned heart attack was 5 years ago, I still don’t have my old energy back.

I wake up tired, go to bed tired, and spend the day tired.

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We’ve gone into the twilight zone

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And down we go…

The end of the American dream and freedom as we know it.

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