I am currently wearing a skirt. I have enough mobility for undies and cargo pants now, but have found that I quite like my full midi skirts. Its like I’m carrying a blanket that I can wrap around my legs when I get cold. I’m going to buy a full length skirt and might consider adjusting my wardrobe.
We still don’t have any squirrels in our yard so tomorrow we are going to go buy some dried corn on the cob to hang on the back fence, far away from my hydrangeas and see if that works.
Branches falling on houses are a thing out here so I promised Hubs I wouldn’t have trees planted. I said nothing about bushes and this fall I should be recovered enough to start planting along the front fence.
Hubs said he was going to find a painter for my room and it just didn’t happen. Odd how things like that get forgotten when I’m the one pushing for it. I asked Harry if he knows anyone and he said he did but I couldn’t use them now.
(Harry is doing OK. He’s spending a lot more time on his mower, rain means nothing anymore, but I honestly think he is just living for his family feud.)
Apparently, the brother in Florida who bought that trailer out from us is selling it to the blind brother. The blind brother’s housekeeper will move in after it has been redone and Harry has gotten hooked into spearheading the remodel. The housekeeper doesn’t feel safe in her current apartment when her long distance truck driver husband is on the road.
I’ll be doing the transfer paperwork for that transaction and Harry thinks I should charge at least five hundred bucks because they are both loaded and I deserve it for being so patient.
Harry’s granddaughter-in-law is a rather crunchy vegan who refuses to cook pork. She will cook a chicken or hunk of dead cow once a week but NO BACON!
Harry has plenty of options. He can kick her out and hire a housekeeper who will cook bacon, he can call Tudor’s and have as many orders of bacon he wants delivered to his door, he walk over to family or friends on the block and get bacon there. Heck, he could drive a few miles down the road and buy bacon to cook for himself in one of his own kitchens (small one in the MIL suite).
Instead, he chooses to come here, where bacon is no longer on the menu, to complain bitterly with hubs.
You brung him up right! I forgot to mention it last night, but I do really like your new wig. It wasn’t what I expected, but it is so you 