A later start.

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Mom called around seven?  Eight?  Offered breakfast.  Bacon and eggs.  Oh, this morning, that sounded good.  I hoped she didn't expect a lot.  As I mentioned, yesterday, while I had things to do, I wouldn't be doing much otherwise, for a while.  I'm mostly pretty done.

I don't mind carrying laundry, or taking out trash and recycling.  Things like that.  Especially if she can have two or three such tasks ready to go at once.  I have strength to do any normal job.  I just don't have stamina, or the ability to start, and stop, then continually start and stop.  No!  But three, even four, hefty even, tasks at once, then a rest.

But, no.  Just breakfast.  It was good.  A bit grumpy, but to my mind I wasn't the only one.  I don't mind.  She does.  She doesn't realize when she starts it.  Or how.  Don't talk politics, especially when you are wrong.  Or wronger.  Medicaid IS being cut, for the able-bodied and illegal aliens.  People who shouldn't be on it, without working for some or most of it, at the very least.  And at the very least here legally.

She is on it, so thinks everyone should be on it?  Or maybe she doesn't think at all.  I don't approve of all the meds they allow through it.  A thousand a shot for "weight loss"?  Four shots a month?  And the stuff hasn't been proven safe or effective in the long run.  Bleh.

No reason to argue.  I can't change what is wrong and she doesn't think it's wrong.  Overweight, at 83?  A, choices.  B, probably why, in her case, she is still alive.  Changing things now seems folly.  Like?  Cheaper ways to die, I am sure, if change is wanted?  :p

On to town.  Pediatrist.  My right leg is problematic.  The wound that had me so concerned, by being an open wound for a few years, is scabbing.  Doc thinks it is a nerve.  Being pinched.  For now a treament.  Maybe more, in time.

But the treatment seems to have put my right leg completely to sleep.  Driving home was a bit spooky, so I skipped bloodwork.  I also skipped walking Jasmine.  Mom wants to change her name.  No!  To old to goof with that.  Ugh.

Now, her harness arrived today.  It fits fairly well.  It has an extended handle, and a hindquarter handle, plus several d-rings and other attachment points for solid control.  I thought it was going to be a nightmare getting it on her, but no?  Not at all!  I think she wore one of these before.

She let me know, nicely, that she didn't like it.  But in she went, like a child practiced in being bundled in a snow suit.  And, in spite of being between a medium and large, this large fit her very well, due to her deep chest.

Was she being trained as a cop or military dog, but was considered a good dog, but too small?  I... it wouldn't surprise me.  I do know, with this harness, walking her is going to change from a challenge to a breeze, maybe even a joy.  As will training her, I think.

I have another.  Mom wants me to send the other harness back.  I won't.  Well, I do want to see if it fits too, is all.  Once she is well controlled, trained a bit better, I am hoping to use the lessor harness... if I think it will hold her.  Right now she simply needs more  connections, limits.  Less control will be a gift for better relations.

I am hoping the leg "wakes up".  If not, I'll have to contact the foot doc.   That is very troubling.  It isn't waking yet.  Half the time, when I try to lift the foot or even leg, it just doesn't work.  Not good.  I keep working it as I rest and prepare to sleep.

Someone texted me about buying the house.  I ignored them several times, but... fine.  I told them flat out what the house is worth (valued at, anyway... selling at value?).  But, too, that my mother had moved in, so selling at market wouldn't work.

I explained that the house, beside having more than an acre (1.25 acres), it is also storied, historic.  I suggested I would want to see if that aspect would bring more of a premium.  But, that if I were to sell without knowing, I would require more of a premium, in order for an upgrade to my housing situation, due to having my mother living with me.

I doubted he was interested, or cared.  He was just looking for a quick flip and buck, not selling a storied or historic place.  If I still suspect he was hoping to buy low, knowing the history would add to bottom line, and maybe easier sales.  Best to know what you are dealing with.

Will the history prove a value?  I simply don't know.  But I honestly think he thinks it might, but won't gamble on that part.  Ugh.  On the good side, I'll not hear from him again, ten to one.  He was hoping for an easy harvest.  No risk?  No reward.  But, fewer fails.  Choices.