It’s Tuesday! Where did the days go?
It’s been really windy here today, and it was garbage day, so my song is The trash cans, my friend, are blowin’ in the wind/The trash can is rollin’ down the street. I saw the neighbor take her still unemptied recycling cart in after it blew over. I did the same ten minutes later, before all the light things in it could get blown all over the neighborhood. And the recycling truck came three minutes after I put it away for next week.
There’s no way I’m going to catch up, so I’ll just stay in the middle, approximately.
“Have you thought about helping your patients find workable solutions instead of just telling them to lose weight?”
“Have you tried getting younger?”
Fifty calories??? But they’re so teensy! You could always send me half the bag…
I’ve had to train myself not to jump when Mr. L swears at his computer or whatever he’s working on. The dramatics are so intense! He says it’s because he got used to being the only one in the house, but I’ve asked him to try toning it down so I don’t think there’s some major disaster and come running every time. We want to be sure that if he falls and breaks his other hip I don’t think he’s just had a minor work setback when I hear the yelling.
I’m glad your husband is getting treatment! It makes me happy to think of our tax dollars being put to such good use.
Whew! Happy new mattress! Good luck on the paint colors. I’ve never had to deal with an entire committee when choosing paint. It’s hard enough with just three or four people having to come to a consensus. If it matters, I think the Norway Spruce is the best of the colors.
Someone on social media (here? Or maybe Twitter in the pre-cesspool days) said she carries a bill (whatever she can afford) specifically for the first person she sees who asks for money that day, and that was a revelation to me. Ever since, I do the same. And it’s like any other gift: once it’s out of my hands and in theirs, it’s none of my business what they do with it.
I hope the injections are doing some good!
Roxy puked up a hairball this afternoon, but she was kind enough to start urping right in front of me and I was able to get her onto some tile. I can tell it’s getting to be spring, since this is the second hairball in the past week. Fluffy fur may be pretty, but it’s a pain.
I hope you were able to work that out. You’ve worked so hard to get a decent job; actually working should be a breeze once you’re able to get through all the work of getting hired!
And… it’s one a.m. and I’m still up! I love all you wonderful folks, and I’ll see about getting up to date tomorrow!
ding! ding!
