Georgi, I am so sorry about the miserable health services you have experienced. It is a tragedy in such and advanced county.
DeeDonster, Hi there. I am so sorry you husband died. I know exactly what you are going through. It is truly awful every which way you look. You don’t have to move anything until you are ready. For the foreseeable future live hour by hour. Pay the bills, feed yourself nutritious foods, keep the kids and pets fed, and rest. Everything else can wait. Do The Rule of Fives. Grab a notebook, Write down 5 things you must accomplish tomorrow, get them done, mark them off and you will have a visual reminder of what was done, when. In that same notebook, write all the scattered thoughts of “things that need to be done” telephone numbers, addresses, names, etc., take notes when talking to people on the phone so you can remember what was said.
Trust me. Having every thing in one book instead of scattered scraps of paper and sticky notes took me forever to figure out, but it is a game changer. It is 23 weeks tomorrow and I am still tossing scraps with scribbles.
The bulb will eventually burn out and then that will be sad too. So sorry.
Nigel! That is a tremendous amount of yarn! Knitting is such a lovely hobby and skill. I am amazed by it all. Wow! You already sold 2 machines? Good going!
Such a lovely poem that hit me true, I could not have made it without all of you.
Hooray on getting your father’s painting! You are having a lot of great stuff happening! All good news!
Debsie, you are right as usual. We have all come a long way. Someone told me the stages of grief do not flow in a straight line, they bounce around and circle back. Good news on having the van towed away. I am sure you have many photos of the fun times had with it. Pressure washing. Been there, done that. Not doing it again -ever. Hire a kid in the neighborhood.
What you wrote to Nigel was profound.
Spent the afternoon tidying up the yard. Emptied all the big pots into a sunken area and lined them up in the side alley, ready for washing. Cut down the Angel Trumpet stalks and dragged them to the other alley where I will cut them into shorter pieces to the trash removal truck will take it.
All the little wildflowers are peeking out. I love this time of year, my yard fills with little pink, blue, yellow and white flowers - all from nature and the bees’ specialty is back with a fervor - whatever it is. Most people would call these weeds, but I am delighted with them, so they stay. More purging. Even used the mini leaf blower and cleared off most of the pavement.
I need to get into my attics which requires me to climb 2 ladders. I’ve done it a million times. Just not alone.
It’s Monday, so I had the New Orleans traditional Monday dinner, red beans and rice.
The Beast got a long needed bath. He smells so good and his coat is shiny and silky.
Purged the three kitchen cabinet shelves chock full of medicines and other health products. Three down to two spacious, organized and categorized shelves. It was a chore I procrastinated on because the meds were my husband’s. But, I did it. There are more to go, but this was a big step for me.
Dragged 3 heavy bins to the curb, rolled up a 150’ garden hose and tucked it into a shed to keep The Beast from eating it. It will do for now. It was kinda heavy, really.
All in all, not an awful day. Missed the post man, tomorrow is Mardi Gras, no mail so the bills will be late. Again. But, I am getting better. I write the checks and forget to mail them. I’m okay. You?
My back is yelling at me to stop and soak in some Epsom salt. So are my arms, legs, shoulders, hips, and feet.
Goodnight all. Laisser les bon temps rouler.
