4/15/2018
Sorry about yesterday, but I was busy being MomMom. Benjamin stayed with us Friday and last night. As a good grandmother, I was subjected to several hours of mind-numbing movies - Boss Baby, or something like that.
While the three of us were watching a movie last night, Jeff popped popcorn for all of us. It's a win-win situation, because the girls are the happy recipients of the popcorn as well! Not exactly on their diet, but then again, it's not on ours either!
Jeff turned the a/c on yesterday, not so much for the temperature, as the high humidity level. I HATE sticking to leather in the summer time. Somehow, cold leather in the winter, doesn't pose that particular problem! I know, I know. I particularly, like middle of the road temperatures.
I have put away my good earrings. One of my diamond studs is missing (Jeff, I'm very sorry, but I'll keep looking). The back came off, and I didn't notice. It's pretty hard to find an earring in the carpet. Because, I do like earrings, I bought myself some "diamond" and "emerald" earrings. And, because my track record of late, hasn't been too good, I bought clip on earrings. I may be done with pierced earrings altogether, because the loss of an expensive earring, is devastating.
This morning, while I drank my coffee, I sort of watched Ghost Busters with Benjamin. I have a very large tolerance for the movies he watches. I watch the movie a bit, read a bit, etc. Even if Benjamin dances and sings, this is not a problem for me. I had sons after all, and while they weren't big on dancing and singing, they still managed to make noise! Scott was/is a whistler, and luckily for us, he whistles on tune.
We're taking Benjamin home today, but not before we do our weekly shopping. We're taking Bella with us, with her in training vest on. Each time we take her out, to expose her to noise, smells and people, she has been excellent, flawless in fact. Bella seems to know that when we put her vest on, that she is working. Daisy, will stay home today. After shopping, going out to Andrew's house for a few hours. Bella will be able to run and run, which will wear her out. While Daisy loves to run, particularly when she manages to get out of her collar, she dashes all around the neighborhood. I worry that she'll get hit by a car. And, when she does come home, she literally won't come inside. We have to put up a gate to keep Bella inside, leave the front door open and wait. She eventually comes in, but boy oh boy is she stubborn. Oh, by the way, it's Daisy's birthday today, she turns 3. And, Jeff and I have noticed that some of the puppy madness is going away. Thank goodness. Bella will be 3 next month. Bella is beginning to leave some things alone, she still loves paper plates and/or cups! But, I haven't "lost" my slippers in sometime. As we've told people from the beginning, when our world was full of chaos, the girls would eventually be dogs, not puppies.
I think that's all the news, that is news from the Bassett household. Have a good day.
P
Sunday, April 15, 2018
Friday, April 13, 2018
Treasure and Memories
4/13/2018
The area in which Stacey lives, has an on-line bulletin board of sorts, where you can list items you want to sell. Some of the items listed, are very reasonably priced, and other things the seller wants just a "tad" too much.
Stacey has started to sell off some of Benjamin's things. Things that he played with when he was a small boy. She was selling a small bookcase of his, and I told her that I would like it, and would exchange it with something of my own that would likely sell.
Now, here's the problem. Actually, it's not really a problem, it's more of a personal heart ache for me. No question, that Benjamin has outgrown these items, but somehow, and in no way rationale, the selling of these things is hard for me. Why? Because I still remember the little boy he once was. I know that everyone grows up and gets older, but I am still longing for little Benjamin. You're probably thinking that I have a screw loose, and that may be true. But it is, what it is.
I need to accept the fact, and actually I do, at least as far as my mind is concerned, that Benjamin's not a little boy anymore. But, oh how I do miss the little fellow that would fit in my lap, rocked to sleep, and slept in our bed for several years. Precious memories to be sure. Time has a way of stealing some of your memories, I know mine has. Perhaps, I'm just wanting to be Peter Pan, and never grow up.
Unlike, some of my friends, I keep a lot of things that are very personal to me. My hope chest, where I store my memories, is almost full. I could, I suppose, go through the chest and start throwing things away, but I can't, and I won't. When I open the chest, I see Benjamin's artwork, sympathy cards from when my Dad passed away (and I know you're thinking good grief, she's a pack rat), my wedding dress (why exactly?), the frog outfit that we put on Benjamin, when it was time for him to leave the hospital. The list, just goes on and on. I don't open the chest often, because looking at some things brings back memories that weren't especially pleasant ones. Be, that as it may, I'm holding on to them. I know in the future, the boys perhaps will be the ones that will have to sort through the chest, and I'm pretty sure I'm save in saying that everything will end up in the trash. And, that's okay, because most of the memories inside the chest, are my memories, and not necessarily theirs.
They always say, that if your house was on fire, what thing(s), would you take out with you. Important papers, of course, and after that I'd have to give pause to think about what else to take. I have so many needlepoints that my Mother made for me, and it would be impossible to decide, at a moment's notice, which ones are uber (made up word I think) important. There is one, however, that I know I would take. Mom made me a personalized picture, I guess you could call it that, of the important buttons of my life. Buttons, from when I was a little girl, up until my wedding in 1974. That particular piece could never again be recreated.
Just writing about these things, causes me to reminisce about my life. About where I am now, and where I'll end up in the future. This is not my hope chest, but you get the general idea.
P
The area in which Stacey lives, has an on-line bulletin board of sorts, where you can list items you want to sell. Some of the items listed, are very reasonably priced, and other things the seller wants just a "tad" too much.
Stacey has started to sell off some of Benjamin's things. Things that he played with when he was a small boy. She was selling a small bookcase of his, and I told her that I would like it, and would exchange it with something of my own that would likely sell.
Now, here's the problem. Actually, it's not really a problem, it's more of a personal heart ache for me. No question, that Benjamin has outgrown these items, but somehow, and in no way rationale, the selling of these things is hard for me. Why? Because I still remember the little boy he once was. I know that everyone grows up and gets older, but I am still longing for little Benjamin. You're probably thinking that I have a screw loose, and that may be true. But it is, what it is.
I need to accept the fact, and actually I do, at least as far as my mind is concerned, that Benjamin's not a little boy anymore. But, oh how I do miss the little fellow that would fit in my lap, rocked to sleep, and slept in our bed for several years. Precious memories to be sure. Time has a way of stealing some of your memories, I know mine has. Perhaps, I'm just wanting to be Peter Pan, and never grow up.
Unlike, some of my friends, I keep a lot of things that are very personal to me. My hope chest, where I store my memories, is almost full. I could, I suppose, go through the chest and start throwing things away, but I can't, and I won't. When I open the chest, I see Benjamin's artwork, sympathy cards from when my Dad passed away (and I know you're thinking good grief, she's a pack rat), my wedding dress (why exactly?), the frog outfit that we put on Benjamin, when it was time for him to leave the hospital. The list, just goes on and on. I don't open the chest often, because looking at some things brings back memories that weren't especially pleasant ones. Be, that as it may, I'm holding on to them. I know in the future, the boys perhaps will be the ones that will have to sort through the chest, and I'm pretty sure I'm save in saying that everything will end up in the trash. And, that's okay, because most of the memories inside the chest, are my memories, and not necessarily theirs.
They always say, that if your house was on fire, what thing(s), would you take out with you. Important papers, of course, and after that I'd have to give pause to think about what else to take. I have so many needlepoints that my Mother made for me, and it would be impossible to decide, at a moment's notice, which ones are uber (made up word I think) important. There is one, however, that I know I would take. Mom made me a personalized picture, I guess you could call it that, of the important buttons of my life. Buttons, from when I was a little girl, up until my wedding in 1974. That particular piece could never again be recreated.
Just writing about these things, causes me to reminisce about my life. About where I am now, and where I'll end up in the future. This is not my hope chest, but you get the general idea.
P
Thursday, April 12, 2018
For Sale
4/12/2018
Catching title isn't it? A hundred years ago, when Jeff and I were young, and not as smart as we are, we went to an unclaimed storage auction. You know what they say about you can't judge a book by it's cover. Also, true is that you can't judge a box by it's description! We did win an auction and while the boxes said electronics bright orange curtains was what was inside! Lesson learned.
It's no wonder that I really enjoy watching Storage Wars on television. I see the storage units, which the buyers can look into, but not touch, sometimes go for a particularly ridiculous price. To be fair, occasionally a buyer will strike "gold" with something unseen in the unit. But, those kind of wins are few and far apart.
I started watching auctions by Christie's. Their auctions are a whole different ballgame, one in which only the uber rich can play. There's a catalog and a listed price to give the buyers an idea of how much money the art, sculpture, etc., should go far. So, I've watched two episodes and the amount of money people spend on the items up for sale, is HUGE. Now, Jeff and I are merely ordinary people, so obviously were never going to drop MILLIONS on a piece of art. The name and location of the buyers is very much a secret. In addition to buyers on the floor, there are auctioneers on the phone with their clients, giving them an up to the minute price, to see if they want to bid and how much money they are willing to spend.
In these dignified auctions, champagne is served, people barely speak above a whisper, and all items for sale are handled by white gloved employees. The auctioneer doesn't use the usual auction lingo. The auctioneer is in a suit, paddles are raised, and/or sometimes a hand. It's really a beautiful thing to watch.
For me, if I spent millions of dollars on a painting, where, or if, I would even hang it. Heaven forbid if it fell off the wall! But, since Jeff and I are regular folk, I don't have to worry my pretty head, about making such big decisions. That, in itself, is a stress reducer!
Here's what I know for sure. Nobody would break into our house and take art off the wall. Mind you, I think our pictures and wall hangings my mother made, are priceless, to me and perhaps only to me!
P
Catching title isn't it? A hundred years ago, when Jeff and I were young, and not as smart as we are, we went to an unclaimed storage auction. You know what they say about you can't judge a book by it's cover. Also, true is that you can't judge a box by it's description! We did win an auction and while the boxes said electronics bright orange curtains was what was inside! Lesson learned.
It's no wonder that I really enjoy watching Storage Wars on television. I see the storage units, which the buyers can look into, but not touch, sometimes go for a particularly ridiculous price. To be fair, occasionally a buyer will strike "gold" with something unseen in the unit. But, those kind of wins are few and far apart.
I started watching auctions by Christie's. Their auctions are a whole different ballgame, one in which only the uber rich can play. There's a catalog and a listed price to give the buyers an idea of how much money the art, sculpture, etc., should go far. So, I've watched two episodes and the amount of money people spend on the items up for sale, is HUGE. Now, Jeff and I are merely ordinary people, so obviously were never going to drop MILLIONS on a piece of art. The name and location of the buyers is very much a secret. In addition to buyers on the floor, there are auctioneers on the phone with their clients, giving them an up to the minute price, to see if they want to bid and how much money they are willing to spend.
In these dignified auctions, champagne is served, people barely speak above a whisper, and all items for sale are handled by white gloved employees. The auctioneer doesn't use the usual auction lingo. The auctioneer is in a suit, paddles are raised, and/or sometimes a hand. It's really a beautiful thing to watch.
For me, if I spent millions of dollars on a painting, where, or if, I would even hang it. Heaven forbid if it fell off the wall! But, since Jeff and I are regular folk, I don't have to worry my pretty head, about making such big decisions. That, in itself, is a stress reducer!
Here's what I know for sure. Nobody would break into our house and take art off the wall. Mind you, I think our pictures and wall hangings my mother made, are priceless, to me and perhaps only to me!
P
Wednesday, April 11, 2018
News - Big and Small
4/11/2018
Yesterday, I had another post-up visit with my surgeon, who says I'm doing great by the way. Since I was pretty sure that it would be a short visit, and it was, that we decided (or maybe I decided, I don't remember), to leave Bella in the house while we were gone. Oh, take about taking those first puppy steps! We closed off all the doors on the first floor, gave the girls both a bone to gnaw on, and left.
On our way home, I in particular, was wondering why kind of mayhem would we find at home. Torn up recliners? Things grabbed from the counter, even though we had moved pretty much everything out of her reach? So this scenario played in a constant loop in my head. We, so very much, wanted to trust her, but her reputation over the past two years hasn't been stellar.
We entered the house, slightly afraid of what we might see. And what did we see? Two dogs, standing at the laundry room door, tails wagging. The only thing out of place, was a towel placed on the counter, that Bella had dragged down. No damage to the towel, or anything else for that matter. This is HUGE news. Question is, could we leave her home for a long time, say half a day? Again, we'll never know the answer until we try.
Turning now to what I really don't believe is news. There's a picture of Meagan (however you spell it), showing her ONE gray hair. Really? How could this be news? Maybe, she's between visits to get her hair colored, if she does that.
And, then there's the cost of the wedding itself. The cost of their wedding will be approximately $44 MILLION. Do rich or royalty weddings, need to cost that much? They would, although it would never happen, be just as married by a judge. If you broke it down, and I can't, but that much money could do so much, for so many people.When I think to our wedding, so many years ago, we had punch, cake and some little candies. That's all. Cost to my parents, which I don't know, but I'm pretty sure didn't financially cost that much. We were, after all, just as married as Prince Harry will be.
This morning, while having my coffee, watched a show about the auction house, Christie's. Again, the amount of money that was spent on paintings, statues, and you name it, was staggering. Now, I don't know beans about art, but some of the paintings they were selling, were just down right ugly (in my opinion only). There was a special area, upstairs, where famous people could sit, without being seen. I heard that Matt Damon was one of those people. I watched the show, merely for entertainment. Watching the rich and famous, is a favorite past time for mere mortals such as myself!
Yesterday morning, I looked in the bathroom mirror, and discovered that one of my diamond stud earrings, was not in my ear. I immediately got a pain in my gut, not knowing where or when the earring came off. I'm happy to report that Ada, who cleans the house, found the missing earring. And, now all is right with the world.
Off to get my pre-op visit today. I believe we could have this visit in the hallway, since my doctor just saw me a month ago for a physical. But, before my eye surgery, I must be blessed by her.
Yesterday, the front lawn was mowed for the first time this season. And, oh how much I love a freshly mowed lawn. Our neighbor, across the street, has signed up for service with this company. Now, if our next door neighbor signed up, then we wouldn't have non-matching lawns. If, our guy mows on let's say, Monday and their guy mows on Wednesday, then there is a height difference between the two yards.
Time to run. Until tomorrow.
P
Yesterday, I had another post-up visit with my surgeon, who says I'm doing great by the way. Since I was pretty sure that it would be a short visit, and it was, that we decided (or maybe I decided, I don't remember), to leave Bella in the house while we were gone. Oh, take about taking those first puppy steps! We closed off all the doors on the first floor, gave the girls both a bone to gnaw on, and left.
On our way home, I in particular, was wondering why kind of mayhem would we find at home. Torn up recliners? Things grabbed from the counter, even though we had moved pretty much everything out of her reach? So this scenario played in a constant loop in my head. We, so very much, wanted to trust her, but her reputation over the past two years hasn't been stellar.
We entered the house, slightly afraid of what we might see. And what did we see? Two dogs, standing at the laundry room door, tails wagging. The only thing out of place, was a towel placed on the counter, that Bella had dragged down. No damage to the towel, or anything else for that matter. This is HUGE news. Question is, could we leave her home for a long time, say half a day? Again, we'll never know the answer until we try.
Turning now to what I really don't believe is news. There's a picture of Meagan (however you spell it), showing her ONE gray hair. Really? How could this be news? Maybe, she's between visits to get her hair colored, if she does that.
And, then there's the cost of the wedding itself. The cost of their wedding will be approximately $44 MILLION. Do rich or royalty weddings, need to cost that much? They would, although it would never happen, be just as married by a judge. If you broke it down, and I can't, but that much money could do so much, for so many people.When I think to our wedding, so many years ago, we had punch, cake and some little candies. That's all. Cost to my parents, which I don't know, but I'm pretty sure didn't financially cost that much. We were, after all, just as married as Prince Harry will be.
This morning, while having my coffee, watched a show about the auction house, Christie's. Again, the amount of money that was spent on paintings, statues, and you name it, was staggering. Now, I don't know beans about art, but some of the paintings they were selling, were just down right ugly (in my opinion only). There was a special area, upstairs, where famous people could sit, without being seen. I heard that Matt Damon was one of those people. I watched the show, merely for entertainment. Watching the rich and famous, is a favorite past time for mere mortals such as myself!
Yesterday morning, I looked in the bathroom mirror, and discovered that one of my diamond stud earrings, was not in my ear. I immediately got a pain in my gut, not knowing where or when the earring came off. I'm happy to report that Ada, who cleans the house, found the missing earring. And, now all is right with the world.
Off to get my pre-op visit today. I believe we could have this visit in the hallway, since my doctor just saw me a month ago for a physical. But, before my eye surgery, I must be blessed by her.
Yesterday, the front lawn was mowed for the first time this season. And, oh how much I love a freshly mowed lawn. Our neighbor, across the street, has signed up for service with this company. Now, if our next door neighbor signed up, then we wouldn't have non-matching lawns. If, our guy mows on let's say, Monday and their guy mows on Wednesday, then there is a height difference between the two yards.
Time to run. Until tomorrow.
P
Tuesday, April 10, 2018
Like Writing A Novel
4/10/2018
Some days when I sit in front of my computer, I know exactly what I'm going to blog about. And, then there are days, like today for instance, where I suffer from the dreaded "blog fog"!
Writing isn't for everyone. Some of us enjoy it more than others. When you have a blank screen, or perhaps a blank piece of paper, the possibilities are endless. Why, then is it so difficult to get started? Firstly, and most important is you have to know what you want to write about.
Today, as I sit here, racking my brain for an idea, any idea, to come to me. And, yet all the little "critters" that live inside my brain, are very quiet today. I've written about the girls ad nauseam over the past two years. They remain a work in progress.
When I was pregnant with my first child, I was only 21 years ago. Getting married young and having a baby was actually quite a thing in the late 60's. Oh, getting back to the story. I had never been able to swallow a pill. My pill of choice, was Bayer Aspirin, because I could chew those pills, and they didn't taste all that bad. Then, my mother told me, that once I went into the hospital, I would more than likely be given medication in pill form. Horrors! But, I had a solution, but not one that my doctor liked very much. I practiced swallowing M&M's - peanut and regular. While I was able to swallow them, it really was a waste of good candy. So, in 1971, I was finally able to swallow a pill, some more difficult than others, depending on their size.
Fast forward to this year. In preparation for my eye surgeries this month and again in May, I have to put drops in both eyes. Again, as I was in 1971, struck with oh my gosh how am I going to do this? I bought two plastic gizmos, designed to assist in getting the drops in your eye, and not all over your face. And, here's the update. I gave up on my little helpers and have finally managed eye drops. This is huge for me. I don't like anything close to my eye, which is probably why I don't wear contacts.😤 (Face with the look of triumph). It's the little things in life that we conquer, and the things that worry us the most, are overcome, with a sigh of relief.
Today, is my second post-op appointment and I don't know whether the doctor will be happy with my progress. Jeff would tell you, and he'd be right, that I don't make the best patient. Part of that is due to my being inpatient! Basically, I've had the surgery, so l want to move onto the next big or little thing in my life!
Again, Jeff would be right, that I worry when I don't have anything to worry about. When that happens, I pick on the smallest niggle, in my life, (like a thread that's coming loose) and fret and worry like crazy. Part of that is because, in my humble opinion, I want to be mentally stronger, like the people in my life. And, through my own actions, I am stuck with probably a short term memory loss. If my memory hasn't improved much since 2013, I'm pretty sure it's not coming back now. Sad state of affairs, but it is what it is.
It's beautiful outside, but on the cool side. Later this week, we're supposed to have temperatures in the 80's. Apparently, Mother Nature can't decide if we're still going to have more winter-like temperatures or not. She's fickle, that's for sure.
P
Some days when I sit in front of my computer, I know exactly what I'm going to blog about. And, then there are days, like today for instance, where I suffer from the dreaded "blog fog"!
Writing isn't for everyone. Some of us enjoy it more than others. When you have a blank screen, or perhaps a blank piece of paper, the possibilities are endless. Why, then is it so difficult to get started? Firstly, and most important is you have to know what you want to write about.
Today, as I sit here, racking my brain for an idea, any idea, to come to me. And, yet all the little "critters" that live inside my brain, are very quiet today. I've written about the girls ad nauseam over the past two years. They remain a work in progress.
When I was pregnant with my first child, I was only 21 years ago. Getting married young and having a baby was actually quite a thing in the late 60's. Oh, getting back to the story. I had never been able to swallow a pill. My pill of choice, was Bayer Aspirin, because I could chew those pills, and they didn't taste all that bad. Then, my mother told me, that once I went into the hospital, I would more than likely be given medication in pill form. Horrors! But, I had a solution, but not one that my doctor liked very much. I practiced swallowing M&M's - peanut and regular. While I was able to swallow them, it really was a waste of good candy. So, in 1971, I was finally able to swallow a pill, some more difficult than others, depending on their size.
Fast forward to this year. In preparation for my eye surgeries this month and again in May, I have to put drops in both eyes. Again, as I was in 1971, struck with oh my gosh how am I going to do this? I bought two plastic gizmos, designed to assist in getting the drops in your eye, and not all over your face. And, here's the update. I gave up on my little helpers and have finally managed eye drops. This is huge for me. I don't like anything close to my eye, which is probably why I don't wear contacts.😤 (Face with the look of triumph). It's the little things in life that we conquer, and the things that worry us the most, are overcome, with a sigh of relief.
Today, is my second post-op appointment and I don't know whether the doctor will be happy with my progress. Jeff would tell you, and he'd be right, that I don't make the best patient. Part of that is due to my being inpatient! Basically, I've had the surgery, so l want to move onto the next big or little thing in my life!
Again, Jeff would be right, that I worry when I don't have anything to worry about. When that happens, I pick on the smallest niggle, in my life, (like a thread that's coming loose) and fret and worry like crazy. Part of that is because, in my humble opinion, I want to be mentally stronger, like the people in my life. And, through my own actions, I am stuck with probably a short term memory loss. If my memory hasn't improved much since 2013, I'm pretty sure it's not coming back now. Sad state of affairs, but it is what it is.
It's beautiful outside, but on the cool side. Later this week, we're supposed to have temperatures in the 80's. Apparently, Mother Nature can't decide if we're still going to have more winter-like temperatures or not. She's fickle, that's for sure.
P
Monday, April 9, 2018
American Idol
4/9/2018
While eating my breakfast (an important fact I'm sure you didn't need to know), I watched last night's American Idol show.
Here's what I know for sure:
I am a fretter (not a word, but you know what I mean). I fret even when I have nothing to fret about! I've tried sitting in my chair, and willing my brain to go into empty mode. This doesn't work, because I begin to wonder what, if anything, I'm supposed to be doing. Unfortunately, because of whom I've become, I worry Jeff nearly to death about stuff that really doesn't concern me. Even though I've apologized for this behavior, I know in my heart, that this pattern of mine, will likely continue. It's just the way it is. Since my short term memory is now pretty much gone, I seem unable to retain what I'm told. Yes, I sometimes write it down, but then I can't remember where the note pad is!
All of the toys that I bought from Toys R Us have arrived. While the initial price is more on the high side, I rationalize this, by remembering that these are birthday and Christmas presents.
The landscaper put up the orange construction net to keep the girls from going into the newly planted grass, etc. But, I looked out my window and saw Bella going under the plastic barrier! Jeff and I really want the majority of the backyard to recover from the last two years of destruction from the girls, and have grass again.
Our neighbor, who unfortunately for him, is on higher ground, and he can see the torn socks, paper plates, napkins or cups, etc. from his deck. The girls were on a barking frenzy, so I had to go out into the backyard to corral them back into the house. He and I had a small conversation about his planting something that would act as a barrier from his deck to our yard. I'm okay with that, and likely we will also be planting something on our side of the fence. Then he mentioned, that he would like to replace our mutual fence, which is old, with a newer and slightly higher fence. I told him to talk to Jeff, and I know it's not likely for the HOA to grant us permission to put up a 5 or 6 foot fence. But we'll see.
Love the chat, but laundry awaits. Please don't be envious!
P
While eating my breakfast (an important fact I'm sure you didn't need to know), I watched last night's American Idol show.
Here's what I know for sure:
- Some of the contestants are very young, some are still in high school
- At the moment, there are 24 contestants all trying to be the next American Idol
- While watching the performances last night, I came to the realization that I actually don't know "jack" about the songs they sang
- Why is Katie Perry's dress so short? In a dress that short, you would have to be conscious constantly about how you were sitting. Maybe, I'm just old fashioned. Correct that - I am old fashioned.
- While I don't have a favorite yet, I will feel the individual's pain of being rejected. These young people, are all hoping for the "golden ring", and only one person will reach that goal.
- And these contestants are comfortable (or appear to be) singing in front of an audience.
- And, last but not least, that the last person standing, will likely go on to have a wonderful career, doing what they love - singing.
I am a fretter (not a word, but you know what I mean). I fret even when I have nothing to fret about! I've tried sitting in my chair, and willing my brain to go into empty mode. This doesn't work, because I begin to wonder what, if anything, I'm supposed to be doing. Unfortunately, because of whom I've become, I worry Jeff nearly to death about stuff that really doesn't concern me. Even though I've apologized for this behavior, I know in my heart, that this pattern of mine, will likely continue. It's just the way it is. Since my short term memory is now pretty much gone, I seem unable to retain what I'm told. Yes, I sometimes write it down, but then I can't remember where the note pad is!
All of the toys that I bought from Toys R Us have arrived. While the initial price is more on the high side, I rationalize this, by remembering that these are birthday and Christmas presents.
The landscaper put up the orange construction net to keep the girls from going into the newly planted grass, etc. But, I looked out my window and saw Bella going under the plastic barrier! Jeff and I really want the majority of the backyard to recover from the last two years of destruction from the girls, and have grass again.
Our neighbor, who unfortunately for him, is on higher ground, and he can see the torn socks, paper plates, napkins or cups, etc. from his deck. The girls were on a barking frenzy, so I had to go out into the backyard to corral them back into the house. He and I had a small conversation about his planting something that would act as a barrier from his deck to our yard. I'm okay with that, and likely we will also be planting something on our side of the fence. Then he mentioned, that he would like to replace our mutual fence, which is old, with a newer and slightly higher fence. I told him to talk to Jeff, and I know it's not likely for the HOA to grant us permission to put up a 5 or 6 foot fence. But we'll see.
Love the chat, but laundry awaits. Please don't be envious!
P
Sunday, April 8, 2018
Steak Dinner and Unicorn Ice Cream!
4/8/2018
Well my friends, I'm a happy camper today! The sun is out which is good for my mood, and the sky is a brilliant blue. Practically, a perfect day.
Yesterday in the early evening, Jeff and I went to a steak house, so that we could satisfy our carnivorous need. Nothing like a good steak, and since I didn't finish mine, it's going to make a good lunch!!. I ordered dessert to go - strawberry shortcake. When we got home and put the shortcake on plates, it was long on cake, and short on berries! Oh well, it tasted just fine.
Unless, you are "dining", as in tablecloths, wait staff in uniforms, candles on the table, then you are just eating. The restaurant was so loud, and we almost had to scream to be heard. We pretty much opted for silence. It would have been better I suppose, to take the entire meal to go!
Jeff drove to a Target store nearby, and they had unicorn ice cream! We'll try the ice cream out tonight. I know it's essentially vanilla ice cream, but I absolutely felt that I had to at last try unicorn ice cream. If I don't try it, then I'll never know what I have missed.
For the first time in my life, I now have to put eye drops in my eye several times a day. I did buy a gadget that helps you get the drops in your eye, but it didn't work as advertised. I am getting better about putting the drops in my eye, without assistance. Since eye drops will be a fixture for me probably until June, then I decided that I needed to master the drops. Here's what I hope will happen after both surgeries: that if I still need glasses, the lenses won't look like coke bottle bottoms! Everyone who has had cataract surgery, say they are amazed at the difference in their vision. Fingers crossed that I will have the same outcome.
Even though it's Sunday, there is still work to be done.
Enjoy your day.
P
Well my friends, I'm a happy camper today! The sun is out which is good for my mood, and the sky is a brilliant blue. Practically, a perfect day.
Yesterday in the early evening, Jeff and I went to a steak house, so that we could satisfy our carnivorous need. Nothing like a good steak, and since I didn't finish mine, it's going to make a good lunch!!. I ordered dessert to go - strawberry shortcake. When we got home and put the shortcake on plates, it was long on cake, and short on berries! Oh well, it tasted just fine.
Unless, you are "dining", as in tablecloths, wait staff in uniforms, candles on the table, then you are just eating. The restaurant was so loud, and we almost had to scream to be heard. We pretty much opted for silence. It would have been better I suppose, to take the entire meal to go!
Jeff drove to a Target store nearby, and they had unicorn ice cream! We'll try the ice cream out tonight. I know it's essentially vanilla ice cream, but I absolutely felt that I had to at last try unicorn ice cream. If I don't try it, then I'll never know what I have missed.
For the first time in my life, I now have to put eye drops in my eye several times a day. I did buy a gadget that helps you get the drops in your eye, but it didn't work as advertised. I am getting better about putting the drops in my eye, without assistance. Since eye drops will be a fixture for me probably until June, then I decided that I needed to master the drops. Here's what I hope will happen after both surgeries: that if I still need glasses, the lenses won't look like coke bottle bottoms! Everyone who has had cataract surgery, say they are amazed at the difference in their vision. Fingers crossed that I will have the same outcome.
Even though it's Sunday, there is still work to be done.
Enjoy your day.
P
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