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One of these days my back will stop hurting…

Trying to get things done when your back is completely screwed up is not easy.

I get a minimum done and have to stop and rest my back because the pain is too much.

Seems that just when my back was feeling better, The Curmudgeon fell down (he falls all the time and does it with skill so he seldom gets hurt) And he insisted I help him up.

Like a damned fool, I did, and out went my back again, this time worse than usual.

dust bunnies killed the cleaning fairy

Best friends

My best friend scared me the other day.

I was outside lending an air pump to a neighbor when her eldest son hailed me.

As I walked over to him, he told me she was in the hospital!

I screeched “What?!”

He explained what happened. Tachycardia. Well, she’s had that before.

The next thing he said cracked me up.

He told me, “She said, darn, I didn’t beat my record.”

Her record is 222 beats a minute. This time she only hit 200.

I talked to her on the phone, she said she call me when I could come get her–they were planning to release her the same day.

However, I got antsy. I called her back and told her I was coming out and would sit with her until they sent her home.

And I did.

Priceless (2)

Opting out of all those e-mails loading my in box

Yes, I’ll sign your petition for equal rights, for justice, for anything I agree with these days.

However, I cannot donate even a thin dime to all your causes so please when I opt out of your e-mails, I am opting out because all you do is ask for money.

I still believe in your cause, I just can’t afford you.


Should have mentioned dinner first…

“Hey Luce, wanna go out?”

Lucy runs to the front door.

“Oh no you don’t. Time to go pee, you don’t go pee out front.”

She runs into the kitchen, as I reach to hook the leash on her collar, she does an about face and races back to the front door.

“Get back here!”

She bows.

“Come on.”

She saunters to the kitchen. I reach for her and she’s off like a shot.

“Lucy! Quit playing games. It’s time to eat and you need to go out first.”

Lucy explodes into a wild gallop, slides into home at my feet, and waits for me to hook her up.

Food. It’s always food.


I abhor the abuse of animals

I love animals and when I hear of one being abused it hurts my heart.


This is Lucy, she lives with us. We love her very much, she sure has the life.

Lucy didn’t always have such a lush life, she carries scars all over her little body from abuses of some form.

Now she’s loved, happy, and spoiled rotten.

She’s the lucky one.

Unlike a Bull Terrier whose graphic picture of his bloody dead body is being used all over the internet to illicit horror on his part. He is not lucky. He was a victim of people’s ignorance and cruelty.




I could comment on the shootings in Alexandria, VA, during Republican Congressional baseball practice but it has been rehashed a million times.

All I’ll say is that the man who did it was another domestic abuser nutjob. You can find them in any political affiliation, unfortunately.

Instead I’m going to talk about the lack of respect shown to Senator Kamala Harris. Sorry guys, but you need to treat her with the same respect you expect to get. In fact y’all need to treat ALL women with the same respect you want to be treated with.


Oh wow, out of the house and for fun!

I did something yesterday that I haven’t done in a very long time.

G and I went to a movie.

Actually, we went out to lunch and then to a movie. We do go out to lunch at least twice a month but it’s been ages since we’ve gone to a movie.

We went to see the new Pirates of the Caribbean movie and had a blast.  If you haven’t yet had the pleasure of seeing it, make sure you sit through all of the credits, there’s a surprise at the very end.

They’ve redone the multiplex theater we usually go to (yes, we’ve not gone there in a long while.) The theater we were in only seats 61 people and the seats are so comfortable I wanted to bring them home.

Jack Sparrow YUM


Jack Sparrow

Porch sitting dog

I do believe that Miss Lucy is going to be one of those great porch sitting dogs.

The other day I cleaned up and put The Curmudgeon’s mother’s old plastic garden bench on the front porch. (We’d had it in various spots in the yard.)

Yesterday, Lucy spotted the neighbor seated on the porch wall between our porches and began to bark at her. Not a mean bark, she was doing her ‘I want to go see her now’ bark.

So, I leashed her and took her out to say hi to Susan. All tail wags and happiness Lucy got to greet her friend.

Susan’s friend showed up so she went to talk to him and Lucy got tired of waiting for her to return. I showed her the bench and invited her to sit there with me. She had a great time.

“Gee, Mom. Wouldn’t the bench be great with a soft cushion on it? Like the couch?”


Yay for warm weather

To relax on the porch with a glass of wine…divine!

I love that an entire small bottle of Clover Hill chocolate cherry Chamborcin fit into one large wine glass.

Read a few chapters of a new book.

Today’s T-shirt

sip coffee and pet my dog

Back to his normal self

The Curmudgeon bounced back pretty well.

Lucy made sure he got plenty of exercise throwing her big, red, squeaky ball for her.

She really loved that he shared some of his grilled cheese with her.


So this happened to our day….


He had an appointment with his Neurologist. Before we left the house he seemed weak. I dropped him at the front door and went to park as usual. Come to find out, he fell by the front door and someone helped him up AND helped him go to the neurologist’s office before I got up there.

He was very weak when I got to the office. I converted his walker to transfer chair mode and wheeled him into his appointment when they called his name.

The PA took his vitals and temperature. His temperature was 101.4 and he was getting weaker by the minute.

We all decided that calling an ambulance was probably the best idea.

I drove to the hospital–beating the ambulance there.

His temperature rose to 103.6 in the ambulance.

Several hours later, in the hospital they got his fever down, ran a ton of tests, and could find…nothing.

Yep, there we were again with another fever of unknown origin. He also felt well enough that they sent him home rather than admit him.

(Darn, there went a couple days of vacation for me. 😉 )

So, he’s home.

It used to be one could actually relax

Relaxing these days is next to impossible as more and more reports come in about #45 and his family’s complete lack of morals and honesty.

“Trump’s charity foundation funneled $100,000 in donations meant for St. Jude’s Children’s Research Hospital to the Trump Organization by using his son Eric’s charity as a cover.”

Then you have the CEO of the Mylan company.

“Nothing embodies the callous cruelty of the price-gouger than Robert Coury, the chairman of the Mylan company which owns the rights to the ubiquitous Epi-Pen. Even though EpiPens only contain about $1 of the drug epinephrine, Mylan has ratcheted up prices to $609 a box. Mylan has been called out countless times and hasn’t changed, even as revenue has skyrocketed, hitting $11 billion last year.” N.Y. Times reports.

My opinion?

New rule:

When a corporation pulls this sort of blatant act of pure greed that is harmful to the public, their rights to a patent should be pulled. The patented item should then be allowed to be produced by any drug company that wishes to produce it at a fair market price.

fear my wrath