Posted on 07/31/2015 11:49:41 AM PDT by Slings and Arrows
Thanks! It was a nice thought!
I had a nice thought this morning.
But if I took action on it I would probably be in jail. So I’ll keep it at a nice thought while thoughts are still not criminal.
I dreamed that all the Republican candidates had quit except for Ben Carson and Jeb Bush.
That was a nightmare, for sure!
I woke up a little after 0400 thinking about death. The first thing I wanted for breakfast was fruit. OK, the fruit was grapes. OK, I won’t lie, it was wine.
The death thoughts this morning unsettled me, and I have tried very hard to keep busy, and not think about it.
And ever since I woke up, I’ve thought of getting some Pink Drink, but that’s not in the budget. It’s still a week before payday.
Jeeze...I don’t even know how to edit this to where it makes sense.
I’m cleaning. I have only a few more days until the Advent Kitteh leaves me either wine and pretzels or a hairball.
Making sense isn’t a requirement around here.
My nice thought had to do with death, but not mine.
I cleaned the kitchen and took a shower. Or maybe that’s backwards.
Now I need to find something to fill the afternoon. I’ve called the agency that provides the aides and I’m waiting for a callback from the manager.
With surgery looming on the horizon, I don’t think I can deal with this “kid” who is so preoccupied all the time that she can’t scrub the shower stall properly or empty all the waste baskets. And I have to remind her how to make the bed. I asked her to “wipe off the appliances,” last time she was here, and she missed the toaster, the freezer and the range hood and oven door. I dunno...but it seems I’m asking too much.
The clinic called me to tell me the UA was blank and I needed to make another contribution. *sigh* Not till next week.
I would like a salad, but there isn’t enough in the ol’ account for that. The lettuce would sound so good crunching between my teeth...and taste yummy with the Russian dressing.
*slap-slap*
(My hands hitting my face.)
I don’t think I could clean up to your standards! I can’t recall when it occurred to me to wipe off the appliances.
I need to find a box to put the things I’m taking off the shelves to make room for Advent stuff. And I need to go to Hobby Lobby and get candles for the Advent wreath. They’ll probably be all out of purple ones.
I don’t know how anyone can cook with kitchen grease splatters and dust to deal with. But that’s just me. Maybe it’s because I live alone, and not everything gets used on a daily basis. Not to mention that I am taller than the range hood and see the gunk there.
But that’s not an every day request, and I try to do it all myself. But I feel like some things just need to be done if a person is going to have a kitchen.
In the meantime, I need someone who isn’t afraid of housework. When I have this surgery on my neck, I will need someone who can do everything I need done without me overseeing, and that includes emptying all the wastebaskets.
Vlad can do the wastebaskets. Frank is unclear on the concept of actually throwing things away, instead of having them remain part of our lives forever.
Ahdang. I’m sitting here with tears in my eyes, and I don’t know why.
Ever since I woke up, my mind has been unsettled and sensitive. I knew the thoughts I had when I awoke were going to affect me, but this is terrible. I don’t know how to get around it all and get back to normal.
Maybe you cleaned the shower and took a kitchen???
I don't have that problem. I've never been to normal so I don't have to figure out how to get back to there.
The dog doesn't salute as sharply when I get home as she used to. I'm wondering if it's age or she's becoming insubordinate. I may have to hold a hearing.
I was just talking about “normal for me.” I don’t know about “normal” for anyone else.
:o|
We decided against going to the gym tonight. DP pulled a muscle in his shoulder. I’ll take some of the kids tomorrow.
Maybe if there a gym close by...but then it would cost me more than what I have at the moment.
I didn’t even check on the mail today, which is totally unlike me. I just keep trying to cry...not that I want to...but it is what it is. Dangit.
I’m going to make a cup of tea. I’m very sleepy.
I thought of some hot cider, earlier, but that’s not what I need, or want.
Actually, I think I need to go in and put away the dishes I washed earlier.
Not that it will help, but it may give me a reason to stop crying. Ha-ha.
Well, I’m SURE I’ve never been normal for you.
And you should hope not because if your normal has ever resembled me you are in SERIOUS trouble.
Maybe if you go to California they’ll pay you to keep crying?
I’ve heard they have a water shortage.
Just looking for a way to make some lemonade.
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