Category Archives: Misc
Five minutes into clearing the tall grasses and weeds on the pond bump in the yard and my battery powered weed wacker went dead. Completely, totally DEAD. I switched batteries and it was still dead.
I ordered a corded one that will arrive on Friday. No more batteries dying on me and no heavy gas trimmer to lug around.
Now if only my aching back and the weather will cooperate I should have everything trimmed by Sunday for sure. And it will look like this:
I managed to plant the petunias in the rocking chair pot.
Lucy has completely recovered from her ordeal with the kitchen drawer.
I had to order new hardware because none of the big box stores had what I needed. The handles had to measure 3.5 inches from screw to screw. They had everything but. We settled on this. We needed 30.
I had Lucy out for a bit, came in, sent her ahead of me while I got garbage together on the back porch.
A loud crashing, skittering, and banging came from the kitchen.
I ran to the half door in time to see Lucy ducking and crashing into things while dragging a kitchen drawer along attached to her collar by the drawer pull.
I have ALWAYS hated these pulls.
The edges stick out, are sharp, and catch on everything!
Going to replace them with something like this:
Nothing like having to pay to have someone painfully squash your boobies between two plates, top to bottom and then side to side. Yes, pay for it. I have a co-pay.
Well at least I do for now.
If the Republicans/religious nut cases have their way, I probably won’t be able to afford another one.
You know, all that pre-existing condition crap they’re so eager to impose on us.
My baby sister Mary, born 11/7/1957
Diagnosed in 1989 with breast cancer
Two mastectomies, many chemos, radiation treatments, and two bone marrow transplants.
Died of metastatic breast to bone cancer 4/13/2001
Having so much on my mind, so many things to remember, has made me the absent minded professor.
Also there’s The Curmudgeon who gets great joy out of pushing my buttons, making me angry enough that my brain stutters.
I would love some peace and quiet. A place to escape to but at the rate we’re going that will never happen.
For months and months I tried to like it, really I did.
I just purely and simply do not like it.
What was simple became convoluted and a royal pain.
Got my ears lowered yesterday. Yep, hair is short. Now I can start wearing all my wonderful ear cuffs again.
So glad I threw a roast in the crock pot so I didn’t have to worry about preparing dinner after my 4:30 appointment.
I’ve been watching the BBC’s Dr. Who marathon. I’m having a great time. I missed a few and now I am caught up.
Standing at the sink washing dishes and one idea after another runs through my head.
Sit down to write my blog post and each idea has fled like a mouse from a cat.
Oh, it’s going to be one of those days.
I often wish I could roll back the years and make a few changes.
I would have made sure all the crap I wanted done in this house was done before MS took its toll on The Curmudgeon. All those promises he made were worth nothing after he retired on disability.
Now I have to find someone who is willing to be a handyperson for us. There’s so much I cannot do and is way beyond what he can do these days.
Problem is, we can’t find a soul to do it.
If only I could find someone to clean the attic that the roofer wrecked and made a total mess of and redo all the insulation there that is falling down from his carelessness. That would be a start.
After which maybe I could begin to get things out of places they shouldn’t be stored and put them in the attic out of the way.
That would mean I’d have room to actually clean and put things away in all the other rooms.
Then there’s all that crap in the basement I need to have cleaned out so we can finally get the guys in to put that new oil tank in before the old one springs a major leak.
The interior painting we need done in every freaking room.
Hardscaping the yard too so the dogs track in less mud and can keep their claws trimmed. Raised beds are easier to weed and plant.
As you can tell it’s a mountain of things to do and only me to do it. That’s why it isn’t getting done. I’m jumping through hoops for The Curmudgeon’s care, running errands, and doing all the other stuff I do. I am far too overwhelmed with keeping up with the cooking and every day housework to do more.