Category Archives: Misc
So my not old enough to be doing this refrigerator is acting up. Thank goodness we have a second one I can use. Yeah, we have two.
Mainly because the minuscule space his parents allotted for a refrigerator when they (cough, cough) ‘designed’ the kitchen only allows for a small one with little space in it.
We were given a fairly new white one when a neighbor moved away that fit actually in the space. It looked better than the old coppertone one we had. We moved the old one to the back porch and put the ‘new’ white one in its place. One problem, the new one given to us died about a year later. We decided to buy another white one rather than drag the coppertone one back inside.
Not long ago, we bought another ‘second’ refrigerator after our ancient one on the back porch died. We were used to having two by then. The new one went on the back porch because we had no size constraints on what we could put there.
So here goes…the one inside is slightly older than the one on the back porch but both are not old. Right now, the one on the back porch is jammed full because the one in the kitchen is acting weird.
We emptied it and unplugged it for a while hoping that maybe a compressor froze up. We’ll see if it stays cold for a couple of days, then I’ll move things back.
The horror of the Las Vegas shooting could have been prevented with stricter gun laws. Wake up and smell the gun powder. Things need to change!
Nevada has some of the most relaxed gun laws in the country, a legislative condition that is sure to come under renewed scrutiny in the wake of the worst mass shooting in U.S. history on Sunday night in Las Vegas.
Nevada law does not require firearms owners to have licenses or register their weapons, nor does it limit the number of firearms an individual posses. Automatic assault weapons and machine guns are also legal in the state as long as they are registered and possessed in adherence to federal law, according to the National Rifle Association.
Nevada does not prohibit the transfer or possession of assault weapons, 50-caliber rifles or large-capacity ammunition magazines. Local law enforcement issues concealed handgun licenses. Open carry is legal without a permit.
Let’s stop the hate.
Yes, a neighbor banged on our door to tell us there was a dead body in our driveway.
This was not a Halloween type prank. There really was a dead human being in our driveway.
She was about 30 years old. She had blond hair.
According to sources in the police department, they believe she was with her husband when she collapsed from a drug overdose. He took off and left her there.
Drug addicts more often think of themselves and what would happen if they called for help and were found stoned. They do not think that maybe if they call for help the person who is dying could be helped.
So we watched the long, slow process of them collecting evidence, taking pictures, and measurements, and doing all the things they need to do before they could take her away.
The Curmudgeon stayed out on the porch for as long as he could but had to go inside because the heat was getting to him.
We talked about how sad it was. How frightening to happen here in our neighborhood. Worse, how we heard nothing. How he never stopped to ask for help for her.
Police tape kept the crowds at a distance. Hopefully, enough to give her some dignity. After all she is human and does deserve some dignity.
Cop cars leaving
It is extremely important that I get out of the house once in a while.
So G and I went on an outing to Target. The Curmudgeon wanted a DVD (Wonder Woman), I needed more Flonase and Claritin, and G and I needed to go out to lunch.
We met a nice gal our age in Target and spent quite a bit of time engaging her in a lively conversation. It was fun.
After Target we went to Applebees for lunch. We had a lovely lunch combo of fire roasted chicken salad wraps and Thai salads.
Now I get to spend the rest of the week shut in with The Curmudgeon.
After a diagnosis of strep throat.
Like the very next day.
I had what they are calling reactive airway disease with wheezing.
In other words…I couldn’t freaking breathe…I was moving no air through my lungs.
And I was scared silly.
Therefore I am armed with a rescue inhaler, am on antibiotics for the strep, and a tapering dose of prednisone.
Lucy has taken it upon herself to tell me I need my inhaler when I start wheezing and coughing in my sleep.
2 puffs every 4 hours. Yep, she has it down pretty well.
We have The Curmudgeon’s appointments out of the way.
His are a logistics nightmare. Making sure he is ready to go an hour before the appointment because he will invariably have to find at least ten things to do when we should be walking out the door. Then getting him to the van and loading him and his rollator into it.
Making sure I have all the paperwork he needs to have on hand to fill out all the paperwork they want filled out–yeah, paperless my Aunt Fanny.
Seems every single time we go to any of his doctors they have a mountain of paper work for him to fill out. Well, he can’t see that well and his writing is unreadable so can you guess who gets to fill everything out?
I often question the line “are you afraid of being hurt?”
If the caregiver is the one filling out the form and if they are abusive… how would they answer that one?
Must be the mystery writer in me.
I’m not making light of the importance of that question just the fact that I see so many caregivers are the ones filling out the questionnaires. Maybe they should have a couple of designated questionnaire writers for impaired patients because having the possible abuser filling them out defeats the purpose of the question.
Besides, I am so tired of filling those things out that I want to scream when they hand me a stack of papers.
Next appointment is mine. I go alone. I take my kindle. I am ready in plenty of time. I relax.
My newest Tee
Before my back gave out, I managed to fill three huge trash cans with vines, tree branches, and weeds.
Our over-grown jungle of a yard doesn’t look like I touched it at all.
Tomorrow begins the first of three days of doctor appointments in a row, two for him one for me.
I predict a few delivery meals this week.
The Curmudgeon is wearing this shirt to his neurologist appointment .
While you go through your day, please pause, take some time, and remember…
Never forget… 9/11
Lot of good that did, I woke with an aura–the beginning of a migraine for me. I haven’t had a migraine in well over a year.
I hate seeing that aura. It means I get to spend the rest of the day feeling rather crappy. If I take migraine medicine as soon as I see the aura I don’t get the head splitting headache but I do still get the slight nausea and general mild headache for 24 hours. Feels like a mild hangover.
This is close to what my aura looks like, only it’s more cross hatched than wavy, is super bright, starts as a tiny spot in the lower right corner of my vision and grows to block my sight completely if I don’t take the medicine. Luckily mine are now controlled with over the counter medicines instead of prescription ones, and they are very few and far between. They used to be hormonally triggered now it is stress and/or petroleum fumes of any kind that triggers them.
The dehumidifier has run for a full day and over night. There is a noticeable difference in how humid the basement is.
It is about half of what it was.
I’m actually able to tolerate it down there enough to get laundry done.
It gets me out of the house before I strangle him.
Had to run to his pain management office to pick up a prescription, Also CVS called before my alarm went off to tell me he had a script ready. That made two I needed to pick up.
Went over to G’s and asked her if she wanted to run errands with me. I winked and said, “we can stop for lunch too.”
A little while later we were off to make the first stop at pain management.
From there we stopped at a favored diner on our way back to town to CVS. Thought to take a picture of my spinach quiche and fruit salad after I’d started to eat.
CVS pharmacy stop, I had to drop a script there and we had a 30 minute wait for it.
We decided to kill some time by taking a walk at Lake Muhlenburg. I got three poor pictures of the swan. I hope to one day catch it up close and not during a grooming session like today.
We walked for a while then headed back to the pharmacy. Scripts were ready, no line, we were quickly on our way home.
I still battle the moths that invaded my home with things the Curmudgeon brought home from his mother’s house.
This is a battle, that had I seen them early on, I might have won.
Clothing moths are invasive and tiny and not really seen until you have a full scale infestation of them.
I started my battle with sticky, baited with pheromones, traps and caught lots of them. I am allergic to cedar so can’t use that in my closets, I use a mix of rosemary and mint.
Mothballs are out of the question as the chemicals in them are dangerous.
Then a few weeks ago I came across a spray, Maggie’s Farm flying insect spray. It uses natural oils in a water based spray.
It is working.
In actuality, it was a busy day.
Lucy had me up early. Twice.
Our Five Star Home Foods guy, Joe showed up to take our order. Sadly, he’s retiring. We will miss him.
The Curmudgeon’s truck was across town getting an inspection. Wouldn’t you know they’d call right before food guy got here? And it was G to the rescue. She ran The Curmudgeon to get his truck while I started working on our food order with Joe.
The Curmudgeon got back in time to sign paperwork and say good bye to Joe.
We’ve been customers for years and years. I highly recommend them.