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I sat down to work on the blog and get a few e-mails written. Looked over at the couch to find Lucy staring at me. Couldn’t help but giggle. She’s still staring.

This usually means she’s thinking of bugging me to go out but is too lazy to get up as of yet. She’ll move when her bladder says GO NOW!!! Then she’ll do the pee pee dance and bark at the back doors.

Lucy is a hoot.

Gavin will start to fuss in about an hour. You can set your watch by his poddy breaks.

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 This face!

Free HBO

Means I can watch Bill Maher rip apart the orange troll with finesse.

I wish he was on regular TV so people would learn to think.

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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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How romantic…

NOT!

Ah, yes. Valentine’s day.

A day for romance. Not effing likely.

Perhaps dinner out. Nope, he hates to eat out these days.

Instead, I get to take him to his neurologist appointment and spend an hour or so listening to him whine and them telling him all the things they can’t do for him.

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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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Way too much snow for Lucy and me

 

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Lucy ready for snow…not really. She hates it!

Does this dog look thrilled with the idea of going outside in the snow? I think not.

Wild weather approaches

According to our weather reports, beginning at 4 a.m. (2 hours from when I am writing this), we will have snow. The first significant snow of our winter here.

I could’ve done without it.

Four to nine inches to fall at last report. Yeah, they can keep it.

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The Curmudgeon writes

OMG she’d better get better fast!

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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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Rainy days

Far too many rainy days in a row.

Lucy is miserable.

So am I.

Sun, we need sun to take the edge off.

Sun to bring back some form of sanity.

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