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I did get in and opened things up, a bit. Organized things. In the master bedroom. Yes, a fairly large pile of laundry in there. And old pillows. Even new old ones. Some I bought, but they didn't turn out as hoped. And some older used ones. They should have been tossed long ago, but... it... just didn't happen. Still, I have access to everywhere. A bit of a walk around, but doable now.
As well, I vacuumed (very very roughly) the living room. There just wasn't room to get the shop vac into the master bedroom, in and around. So that will have to be another day. But, for that reason, I spent extra time really opening the ways in there. Just a start. But the next time I am bored with whatever else I was doing, or finish my first task, I can go in there and just... sit and organize, sort. Eventually it will be ready for vacuuming.
I took dinner plates and the small pot to be soaked.
It's beginning to look like my mother visited for a few months. As if she was planning on taking over and moving me to the garage. Would have happened if it had happened. Though... she would have gotten my two or three works of week done in a few days. When she could keep to her feet. Still, as I like to say, this is no sprint, it's a marathon... with the caveat that marathons are wasted on me. I'm a sprinter! :p
I am SOOO ready for rest. Though I did have a quick terror. Is it still Saturday? Or Sunday? Or has it moved on to Monday already? I had too... scramble to find something that would tell me. Sunday... good. I have trash ready to go. Overfull really. And I think it is recycling this week. So... I need to get that round up. Just too small bags, but am hoping to put in as much odds and ends cardboard in with recycling this time. I... have another day.
Was so tired, I really didn't want to have to get spiffied up to go out. Or to even collect the recycling, and tear down or break down certain odd boxes for out there. It was a grace that it is Sunday.
So ready for bed. Deciding if I can go to the bathroom first. I hate it when the body just... won't decide. A pretty good day, night, mix? I like what I did or started. Food to coffee to tending Sassy to vacuuming and else. Good night.
Wife and one son took her mother up to the lake cabin, I have the dogs. Took them on a short "adventure" test drive. Broke a sweat trying to wrestle them into (maybe beg and plead is a better term) their harnesses. Once they got with the program they were ALL IN!!! Holy Buckets those two can pull, I hope they arent that "sled dog" with others. Got them up into the truck (4x4) took a short drive to the stop-n-rob to get "treats". Windows down enough for them to get their snouts out.
ReplyDeleteIts the beginning of "shedding season". Fine undercoat fluff flying everywhere looked like a car smoke scene in Cheech & Chong. I'm gonna dislike myself for "hairing" up my truck.
I was getting mixed signals, were they distressed or happy. I found out when we got home, Had to "beg" them out of the truck (Sasha jumped back in 3 times, and was still trying to get back in, dealing with her and Balto jumps back in (I had to "help" them the first time)"fakers". They didn't want to get too far from the truck then when we walked by my son's car in the driveway they each went to both side doors expecting to get in, Oh, Did I mention they can PULL!. Inside the house (glad I left it unlocked when we left) they wouldn't leave the front door until I broke out the treats.
Guess what we'll be doing again.
Gotta love the critters. The funny thing? They are doing you a favor by... pulling you along. Let their spirits guide you. You will all find your way. Just... as I see things.
ReplyDeleteI listen even to my cat. She tries to wake me, when it is time. And... let me know I should... do other things. I call it a return on investment. They become dependent on us, but invested in us too. And... have ideas about how to care for us. Let them brush your rock and roll hair... while we are into old quotes, innit.
Let the good times roll...
ReplyDeleteProfound quote I've seen alot. "They are a part of our lives, for a short time, but to them... we are their whole life".
I have finally learned to give the best of care and attention to my friends. Took a lifetime to do it. But part of it was learning to listen to them. Some of their world just isn't for us, some of it is. Still can't always tell the difference, always, but mostly.
ReplyDeleteIf you love your friends well, you put a part of your soul in them. I think... that is how they get to heaven. Though, they give us something to... that vigor for life. And tears. It wouldn't be valuable if it wasn't missed.
It's sort of fun to finally speak with someone who knows the songs. Most of my friends are (or where) a gen older or a gen (or two) younger. I haven't had a... ah! Nukes. We... really are different. Difficult to find people to be friends with in our own gens. We just think differently.
Age helped, me, find friends who had a bit more on the go. And younger have more... energy. Which covers some distance as I age. Hmm. Yeah. Still, interesting having a friend who could have been a brother, by age.
Brothers... maybe better without all the bickering and bad blood. Mine is of the mentality that I am what is wrong with him. (and I don't think the VA therapy sessions are changing that mindset)
ReplyDeleteNukes, just wired a bit different.
I don't think the VA could help, and wouldn't if it could. Just saying.
ReplyDeleteRemember whey they used to tease that to give us string and pencil and we could spend hours? Wasn't far off. But, never bored. Well, mostly. Can give us grindy stuff that is dull, but... I would much rather be wired different than the same. That's all I'm saying.