Just sent a few emails out to a few men that live in towns next to mine. One is 71 and the other 76.
Don't know..until you try. Both are divorced......... been there. Still it worries me. Oh well, all I want for now is to meet them for coffee or soda. Their pictures made me interested.....let's see what else goes with the package. ;0)
Ed and I emailed each other right up until the time he said he was taking off for another campground. Monday we will resume emailing. I'd have made calls, BUT you never know who might be with him. Marie or whatever her name was ....was when I called him after I missed his calls and right away she wanted to know who Pat was when he hung up. BUSTED!!! ;0) Don't think I haven't toyed with the idea of calling him on his cell phone where ever he is. I HAVE, but I'll be nice. He's so comfortable to kid and joke around with. DAMN, DAMN, DAMN! Now if he could only FUCK. Please excuse my language and urges ladies. :0)
Trish...I have a 43 year old man in Adelaide, South Australia interested in me. Should I go for it! LMAO Does he even know where Massachusetts is? I think NOT! ;0)
Plugging away in my bedroom today. NO FUN! No fun at all. I shit you not!
Electrician down the street dropped off the electrical estimate for Jill's bedroom this morning. $705 which is very reasonable, I think for what he has to do and what conditions under the house he has to do it in. Called him right up and said it was a GO. Only problem is ..he is on vacation beginning tomorrow. Needs a whole day to do the work and the 25th is a tentative date on how soon he can do the work. Oh well....Jill's bed has been in the livingroom so long now, what difference does it make.
I'm sure Butchie would think different. ;0) No privacy. hahahahaha
Daughter Michelle came over last night and I told her ALL. She wasn't upset with me and laughed her ass off. She knew my love for her dad and his for me was the REAL THING!
At the end when his mind was hoopey, apparently he thought I'd have no trouble finding a boyfriend. Little did he know, NOR I.... Lots and lots of frogs out there. And no thank you DIL Kim. I am not going to kiss alot of frogs before I find a Prince. ummmmmmmmmmmmm I hope. ;0)
Jill is having lots of trouble with the runs...daily. Stomach kills her. Works tomorrow....wonder how that will work out.
Son Michael is having a family cookout Saturday too. Undecided if I want to go. It's a DRIVE...40 miles or so. I'm sure that DIL Kim and son Jay would give me a ride......if I asked. IF is the BIG question.
Going to take a break and see what else my day brings before I post. Who knows, Prince Charming may come calling. ;0)
No Prince Charming :0(
Went out to eat with Tracie around 7 after she removed alot of shit from her front passenger seat and floor...and I mean ALOT OF SHIT! I shit you not! Ate half my meal. That's A FIRST!
Jill and Butchie went to Beverly to the Anchor , thirty miles or so away to eat. From there they went to our local Moose. I turned in after eleven and there was no sign of those two.
Gavin is crawling.........................Has been for the past 5 days. he was 8 months old yesterday. Fun,Fun!
Procrastinating as to if I want to go to this cookout . Will have to decide soon as I don't want to drive there myself. Funny...when I owned the land son Michael's house is on, I thought nothing of driving there. We camped many a time in those woods with the kids. Hubby even built an outhouse, out of neccessity of course. ;0) That was then....and this is now. sighhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Just about every time I look at a picture of him in our bedroom, I call him an SOB and add....for leaving me. I am not one to like "change" and this is one hellofa CHANGE.
You my blogger friends, have been wonderful. Thank you from the bottom of my heart. (((hugs)))
That's All Folks!
I AM WOMAN! Hear me ROAR! February 2012
WARNING !! Not for those with a short attention span. ; 0 )
Saturday, August 18, 2012
Thursday, August 16, 2012
D D R U ready 4 this. Get the kids out of the room!
Right up front I want to say that Ed was a gentleman. Was with me anyway. He's a retired fireman and lives in Natick. ( approx. 25 miles away) He's 81. He came bearing a live plant of yellow roses, ( which means he read in my profile that I like to smell the roses ) and was attuned to that , so I'd like to think. ;0) Am I boring you? Just wait ;0)
Not being familiar with this area he asked how to get from here to a certain place where he knew they had nice seafood and for the life of me, I don't know how it happened, ( maybe a higher power does ) we drove right by the cemetary. ( Our plots are about six rows up from the street and viewable.) There are many,many,many, other ways to get where we were going. WTF was up with that??? Am I boring you? Just wait ;0)
After taking all side kind of roads, we finally get to our destination. A seafood place ...it wasn't open. Opens at noon and we had about an hour to wait. Of course that gave us the opportunity to get to know a little about each other. He seemed nice ....and SAFE to be with.. Not exactly what I had in mind for looks and height ( then again ....that isn't everything. It's the person.) He opened and shut doors for me. I enjoyed that attention. A little politics was splattered in our conversation as we ate our fried shrimp dinners. We are very close in our views. Am I boring you? Just wait ;0)
Back in his car the talk steers to cribbage and camping. Well damn....he had me right there. I shit you not! ;0) Those two things are listed in my profile that he read. Cribbage,camping,dancing.
Would I like to go??? Now???????????????? I threw all sanity to the wind and jumped on it. We drove home to my house and I literally just threw clothes ,etc. into a suitcase. No folding, no arranging. Yep...I lost my fucking mind. I shit you not! Am I boring you? Just wait ;0)
We had both talked about our deceased spouses and when he asked me how recent a RECENT WIDOW I was, I was upfront with him. GULP! His wife had passed away 3 years ago.
The gentleman that he was he told me he had three bedrooms and if I didn't feel like I was ready to share his bed, he had another one I could sleep in. He would not do anything I didn't want him to, no meant no and stop meant stop. yesssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss
Am I boring you? Just wait ;0)
Back at his house and I admit I felt awkward and I'm sure he did too. He showed me around, we sat and talked, he kissed me a few times ( wasn't my husbands way of kissing) I need to learn not to compare sighhhhhhhhhhh, we watched some tv , he reiterated what he said earlier. Nothing happens if I don't want it to. Come nine thirtyish....oh hell...why the hell not. Am I boring you? Just wait ;0)
Ed knows how to arouse a woman....I can't take that away from him. I'm all hot and bothered and............... he tells me he has ED. HUH???? Yeah that's his name, I'm thinking. Well some of you must know what he meant. I didn't! So he explained............ED= erectile dysfunction. :0(
He has tried everything...the pills, the pump. :0( NO GO. OM fucking word. Just my luck!!! Ladies, my husband is laughing in his fucking grave. I shit you not!
After a few attempts he gave up and apologized for getting me aroused. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't dissappointed. I wanted to cry. Yeah...I was that horny. I'm a bad, bad woman. ;0) I figured no sense backing out of this now. I committed myself to three days and I could use the break. Am I boring you? Just wait ;0)
The next morning his motorhome ( a small one, but nice enough ) was loaded and ready to roll. He had called one of his daughters to ask her to book him three nights at this place called Canoe River in Mansfield, I believe it is. Hey...I was just along for the ride. ;0) He'd been there many times with his wife and 5 kids. Was there back in April with ??????????????????? It went unsaid as to with whom.
I heard her ask if he was taking ? ( didn't catch the name) and I heard him say "no." Okay that's cool dad she says. ( Found out later that his youngest daughter in Salem,NH is okay with him seeing other women. So is is oldest that lives in TN. His other two daughters and a son are NOT and are estranged for the most part. I know from him that his wife died a long hard death over four years of decline with diabetes, lung cancer, etc. but I have no idea how soon he began seeing another woman after she passed away. . Our kids... have their own views on how long you should mourn and I am sure that my hubby's daughter Michelle will not be too happy when she learns that I saw another man this soon after he dad died. sighhhhhhhhh :0( Am I boring you? Just wait ;0)
As we pull out of his yard and head up the street I saw a car facing us parked on the left and heard the horn began to blast, but I thought nothing of it. A neighbor perhaps ....giving another neighbor a salutation by way of car horn. My hubby did that whenever we pulled away from someone we were visiting. Toot, toot, toot. Am I boring you? Just wait ;0)
Miles up the road............... he says to me...there is an 81 year old woman following us.
HUH! WTF!!! This is NO B/S story ladies. ONLY TO ME...this happens. I want to wipe that smile off of hubby's face. ;0) I shit you not! Long story short, I put pieces together as the days went on that he was best man at her and her deceased husbands wedding and he has been seeing her for about two years. She wanted a commitment, wants to move in and he told her he needed space. He has had to call the cops on her in the past for her stalking and harrassing him. I'm still in shock for lack of another word that an 81 year old behaves like this. I was wishing at that very moment that I had access to a computer to relate everything that was transpiring to you all. OMG.... who woulda thunk it! I shit you not!
This isn't tv or the movies.... I'm in a real life story. Am I boring you? Thought not. ;0)
Some miles later she gives up following us. There was no chase. He did the speed limits. Apologies abounded the rest of the days. Hey.... it jump started my heart. ;0) His too maybe ;0)
We grocery shop for a few things at a store along the way... he checks his receipt to make sure he got his percentage off ( this store gives 20% to customers with cards, we put the groceries away and off we go again. We arrive at our destination ....loads of geese and mallards and one white swan on the pond we are facing. Nice view. It's lunch time..... he looks at me and asked what I wanted to fix. I say teasingly....Don't look at me, I'm on vacation.;0)
He cooked and I washed the dishes. :0) We walked around the park some, holding hands. Most walking he has done in a long time, he said. Has a hip that is bothering him and has been too stagnant at home playing Pogo games. Needs to walk more, he said. We did.
Here's another ( I don't know what you call it. ) He told me he got up to 213 pounds and said "that's it!) Began eating sensibly and weighing himself every day and is now down to 186, I think he said. Of course at 5 ft 8 inches he still has some weight to lose and I have no doubt that he will.
What I was trying to say is that my top weight was 213 when I said, "that's it!" Now I'm 162. What's the odds of both of us weighing 213 and deciding it was time to make a change?????????????????
I never told him. Ladies secret. :0) We played many a game of cribbage and I mean MANY and I did enjoy it, I won't lie. We talked. I learned many things about his life, wife and kids. He was married for 59 years. She was 24 and he was 20 when they met. Married two months later. I filled him on some of my life.....hey a little goes a long way. ;0) He knows about Jill. He knows about Gil. I only told him the good about my husband. He told me that my husband was a lucky man. He made me feel desirable, always nice compliments on my figure and how I kept my body together. I figure that as I posted right up front on my profile that I had nine kids, guys would think that I was bleh and not be interested. You can't judge a book by it's cover. ;0) He called me doll, sweetie and honey and by my name. I could not return those endearments. Why????????????????????
I like very much how I can be myself around him. He's that comfortable to be around. I never applied makeup after our first meeting. NOW THAT'S COMFORTABLE! I shit you not!
At night when we'd climb in bed and he would hold me and I could feel and sense the desire....I wanted to JUMP HIS BONES after a little foreplay. I shit you not! He'd say "this is not fair to you" and we'd say goodnight. Ladies, I walked around with a perpectual hard on ( as that male saying goes ) for three days. I shit you not! Nice, nice, guy............... He asked if I wanted to go camping Labor Day Weekend. I never answered him. I'd like to.................. When he dropped me at my door , I told him that there would be no kiss goodbye. I know he was hurt, but I have neighbors and let's face it...I'd talk if it was the other way around and I saw my neighbor sharing a kiss three weeks after their husband died. That's human nature. I think............
Come Wednesday ( we were booked to Thursday ) I heard him saying that his mail and newspapers were piling up ( I could hear some concern ) and he was worrying too that his tires were slashed on his car. ;0) Figured I'd let him off the hook and asked him if he minded if we went home a day early. If that was what I wanted...it was fine with him. What I wanted... GOES, he said. Like I said, he's nice. Very nice. I do not see myself attracted physically to him. Hey Pat...sometimes those things take time to grow on you. With my husband.... the chemistry was there the moment we met. Can I be that lucky again? Who knows. I want to hope so.
Today I'm trying to change my bedroom around. Putting memtos away, packing up his personal belongings to give away. Not all. One day at a time.
Ed isn't out of the picture completely. I did enjoy myself with him.
Michelle just called and will be coming to visit me around 6:30. Wish me luck. (((hugs)))
That's All Folks!
Not being familiar with this area he asked how to get from here to a certain place where he knew they had nice seafood and for the life of me, I don't know how it happened, ( maybe a higher power does ) we drove right by the cemetary. ( Our plots are about six rows up from the street and viewable.) There are many,many,many, other ways to get where we were going. WTF was up with that??? Am I boring you? Just wait ;0)
After taking all side kind of roads, we finally get to our destination. A seafood place ...it wasn't open. Opens at noon and we had about an hour to wait. Of course that gave us the opportunity to get to know a little about each other. He seemed nice ....and SAFE to be with.. Not exactly what I had in mind for looks and height ( then again ....that isn't everything. It's the person.) He opened and shut doors for me. I enjoyed that attention. A little politics was splattered in our conversation as we ate our fried shrimp dinners. We are very close in our views. Am I boring you? Just wait ;0)
Back in his car the talk steers to cribbage and camping. Well damn....he had me right there. I shit you not! ;0) Those two things are listed in my profile that he read. Cribbage,camping,dancing.
Would I like to go??? Now???????????????? I threw all sanity to the wind and jumped on it. We drove home to my house and I literally just threw clothes ,etc. into a suitcase. No folding, no arranging. Yep...I lost my fucking mind. I shit you not! Am I boring you? Just wait ;0)
We had both talked about our deceased spouses and when he asked me how recent a RECENT WIDOW I was, I was upfront with him. GULP! His wife had passed away 3 years ago.
The gentleman that he was he told me he had three bedrooms and if I didn't feel like I was ready to share his bed, he had another one I could sleep in. He would not do anything I didn't want him to, no meant no and stop meant stop. yesssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss
Am I boring you? Just wait ;0)
Back at his house and I admit I felt awkward and I'm sure he did too. He showed me around, we sat and talked, he kissed me a few times ( wasn't my husbands way of kissing) I need to learn not to compare sighhhhhhhhhhh, we watched some tv , he reiterated what he said earlier. Nothing happens if I don't want it to. Come nine thirtyish....oh hell...why the hell not. Am I boring you? Just wait ;0)
Ed knows how to arouse a woman....I can't take that away from him. I'm all hot and bothered and............... he tells me he has ED. HUH???? Yeah that's his name, I'm thinking. Well some of you must know what he meant. I didn't! So he explained............ED= erectile dysfunction. :0(
He has tried everything...the pills, the pump. :0( NO GO. OM fucking word. Just my luck!!! Ladies, my husband is laughing in his fucking grave. I shit you not!
After a few attempts he gave up and apologized for getting me aroused. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't dissappointed. I wanted to cry. Yeah...I was that horny. I'm a bad, bad woman. ;0) I figured no sense backing out of this now. I committed myself to three days and I could use the break. Am I boring you? Just wait ;0)
The next morning his motorhome ( a small one, but nice enough ) was loaded and ready to roll. He had called one of his daughters to ask her to book him three nights at this place called Canoe River in Mansfield, I believe it is. Hey...I was just along for the ride. ;0) He'd been there many times with his wife and 5 kids. Was there back in April with ??????????????????? It went unsaid as to with whom.
I heard her ask if he was taking ? ( didn't catch the name) and I heard him say "no." Okay that's cool dad she says. ( Found out later that his youngest daughter in Salem,NH is okay with him seeing other women. So is is oldest that lives in TN. His other two daughters and a son are NOT and are estranged for the most part. I know from him that his wife died a long hard death over four years of decline with diabetes, lung cancer, etc. but I have no idea how soon he began seeing another woman after she passed away. . Our kids... have their own views on how long you should mourn and I am sure that my hubby's daughter Michelle will not be too happy when she learns that I saw another man this soon after he dad died. sighhhhhhhhh :0( Am I boring you? Just wait ;0)
As we pull out of his yard and head up the street I saw a car facing us parked on the left and heard the horn began to blast, but I thought nothing of it. A neighbor perhaps ....giving another neighbor a salutation by way of car horn. My hubby did that whenever we pulled away from someone we were visiting. Toot, toot, toot. Am I boring you? Just wait ;0)
Miles up the road............... he says to me...there is an 81 year old woman following us.
HUH! WTF!!! This is NO B/S story ladies. ONLY TO ME...this happens. I want to wipe that smile off of hubby's face. ;0) I shit you not! Long story short, I put pieces together as the days went on that he was best man at her and her deceased husbands wedding and he has been seeing her for about two years. She wanted a commitment, wants to move in and he told her he needed space. He has had to call the cops on her in the past for her stalking and harrassing him. I'm still in shock for lack of another word that an 81 year old behaves like this. I was wishing at that very moment that I had access to a computer to relate everything that was transpiring to you all. OMG.... who woulda thunk it! I shit you not!
This isn't tv or the movies.... I'm in a real life story. Am I boring you? Thought not. ;0)
Some miles later she gives up following us. There was no chase. He did the speed limits. Apologies abounded the rest of the days. Hey.... it jump started my heart. ;0) His too maybe ;0)
We grocery shop for a few things at a store along the way... he checks his receipt to make sure he got his percentage off ( this store gives 20% to customers with cards, we put the groceries away and off we go again. We arrive at our destination ....loads of geese and mallards and one white swan on the pond we are facing. Nice view. It's lunch time..... he looks at me and asked what I wanted to fix. I say teasingly....Don't look at me, I'm on vacation.;0)
He cooked and I washed the dishes. :0) We walked around the park some, holding hands. Most walking he has done in a long time, he said. Has a hip that is bothering him and has been too stagnant at home playing Pogo games. Needs to walk more, he said. We did.
Here's another ( I don't know what you call it. ) He told me he got up to 213 pounds and said "that's it!) Began eating sensibly and weighing himself every day and is now down to 186, I think he said. Of course at 5 ft 8 inches he still has some weight to lose and I have no doubt that he will.
What I was trying to say is that my top weight was 213 when I said, "that's it!" Now I'm 162. What's the odds of both of us weighing 213 and deciding it was time to make a change?????????????????
I never told him. Ladies secret. :0) We played many a game of cribbage and I mean MANY and I did enjoy it, I won't lie. We talked. I learned many things about his life, wife and kids. He was married for 59 years. She was 24 and he was 20 when they met. Married two months later. I filled him on some of my life.....hey a little goes a long way. ;0) He knows about Jill. He knows about Gil. I only told him the good about my husband. He told me that my husband was a lucky man. He made me feel desirable, always nice compliments on my figure and how I kept my body together. I figure that as I posted right up front on my profile that I had nine kids, guys would think that I was bleh and not be interested. You can't judge a book by it's cover. ;0) He called me doll, sweetie and honey and by my name. I could not return those endearments. Why????????????????????
I like very much how I can be myself around him. He's that comfortable to be around. I never applied makeup after our first meeting. NOW THAT'S COMFORTABLE! I shit you not!
At night when we'd climb in bed and he would hold me and I could feel and sense the desire....I wanted to JUMP HIS BONES after a little foreplay. I shit you not! He'd say "this is not fair to you" and we'd say goodnight. Ladies, I walked around with a perpectual hard on ( as that male saying goes ) for three days. I shit you not! Nice, nice, guy............... He asked if I wanted to go camping Labor Day Weekend. I never answered him. I'd like to.................. When he dropped me at my door , I told him that there would be no kiss goodbye. I know he was hurt, but I have neighbors and let's face it...I'd talk if it was the other way around and I saw my neighbor sharing a kiss three weeks after their husband died. That's human nature. I think............
Come Wednesday ( we were booked to Thursday ) I heard him saying that his mail and newspapers were piling up ( I could hear some concern ) and he was worrying too that his tires were slashed on his car. ;0) Figured I'd let him off the hook and asked him if he minded if we went home a day early. If that was what I wanted...it was fine with him. What I wanted... GOES, he said. Like I said, he's nice. Very nice. I do not see myself attracted physically to him. Hey Pat...sometimes those things take time to grow on you. With my husband.... the chemistry was there the moment we met. Can I be that lucky again? Who knows. I want to hope so.
Today I'm trying to change my bedroom around. Putting memtos away, packing up his personal belongings to give away. Not all. One day at a time.
Ed isn't out of the picture completely. I did enjoy myself with him.
Michelle just called and will be coming to visit me around 6:30. Wish me luck. (((hugs)))
That's All Folks!
Wednesday, August 15, 2012
D D What kind of trouble can I get myself into today ;0)
If my Monday will be anything like my Saturday......PLENTY. ;0)
Saturday, Jill, Gil and Logan were working a wedding all p.m. They rolled in around 8 and Jill changed and disappeared. I woke when she came into my room to shut my tv off ( didn't look at the clock )...she said goodnight to me...her voice didn't sound like she was loaded, BUT.
THIS IS NOT what I call working with me. Having to worry even one iota about her drinking and driving isn't working with me. She wonders why I want to "dessert her" as she calls it. DUH!
Butchie was here putting a door on my bedroom ( he'd been at it quite a few hours ). She and he had words the night before and he had stormed out saying, "DONE. WE ARE DONE!" I knew as he told me earlier that he was working overtime at the firestation beginning at eleven p.m. that he would be leaving in time to go home and shower and dress for work, but twenty minutes after she waltzed out the door, he put his tools away and left. What a fucking mess.....sawdust all through the entire house. Once the door was on, he had to make adjustments and use an electic saw. I can't see my way out of this dust EVER! I shit you not! Oh, I had dust before...plenty, but nothing like this. The dark brown leather chairs in the kitchen are a MAGNET for it. For the life of me, I can't see my way clear on where to even begin. sighhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Nor do I have the energy.
Son Randy came around noon and began working in hubby's closet ...clearing all his tools,etc. out and putting them in one of our sheds. For the most part, hubby's closet was HIS SHED. His tools were safe from the boys there. It's a habit he never broke even after the boys moved away. He was always missing tools. This way ...he knew where they were and just where to lay his hands on a certain item when he needed it. Then came the time when he couldn't use many tools and if someone needed something to make a repair in the house he would direct them to it's location. ALL HE HAD to his name...was his TOOLS. No hobbies, collected nothing. Now... I'm vacating those. sighhhhhh
So son Randy took every damn thing out of that closet and I have piles of clothes (98% mine) and my bins of yarn ( 5 ) ( more u in the attic )...half my bed is occupied . Randy took down the old metal closet shit on one side and filled the holes and painted the entire thing. He and Butchie were actually working in the same area at the same time. Peacefully, I might add and those two CLASH like hell at times. I actually left them alone when I went out to meet Don. I felt that safe. :0)
When I came back at 6:20 p.m. Randy was finished with what he was doing for the night ( paint was drying ) and he had left and Butchie was still plugging away at installing the bedroom door. I had a pocket door there that was always coming off the track, plus...you couldn't lock it.
A visual..............
bedroom door and closet door just to the right of it. No wars...unbelievable.
I'm writing this on Sunday morning. Everyone is still sleeping. It's minutes before 8a.m.
The day is YOUNG!
It's Day 3 of taking Zoloft. Could one of the side effects be hoopiness? ;0)
HOLY MOTHER OF PEARL!!!
Ed called me around 9 a.m. Where he learned...that I like seafood, he is coming to pick me up at 10:30 a.m. TOMORROW is still on too. Shaky ...can best describe me. More later. It's 9:50 and I'm showered, dressed and nervous. Oh welllllllllllll, I asked for this!
Piss call #2 and it's only 10 a.m. Since the Sling procedure I've been able to hold my pee WELL... What's with this? NERVES is my guess. ;0) This 80 year old can breathe and talk. UT OH Pat! ;0)
O M Gawd! Bless me father cause I have sinned...... Just got back...been away the past 3 days. Let me catch my breath and I shit you not, I'll tell you about it. (((hugs)))
That's All Folks
Saturday, Jill, Gil and Logan were working a wedding all p.m. They rolled in around 8 and Jill changed and disappeared. I woke when she came into my room to shut my tv off ( didn't look at the clock )...she said goodnight to me...her voice didn't sound like she was loaded, BUT.
THIS IS NOT what I call working with me. Having to worry even one iota about her drinking and driving isn't working with me. She wonders why I want to "dessert her" as she calls it. DUH!
Butchie was here putting a door on my bedroom ( he'd been at it quite a few hours ). She and he had words the night before and he had stormed out saying, "DONE. WE ARE DONE!" I knew as he told me earlier that he was working overtime at the firestation beginning at eleven p.m. that he would be leaving in time to go home and shower and dress for work, but twenty minutes after she waltzed out the door, he put his tools away and left. What a fucking mess.....sawdust all through the entire house. Once the door was on, he had to make adjustments and use an electic saw. I can't see my way out of this dust EVER! I shit you not! Oh, I had dust before...plenty, but nothing like this. The dark brown leather chairs in the kitchen are a MAGNET for it. For the life of me, I can't see my way clear on where to even begin. sighhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Nor do I have the energy.
Son Randy came around noon and began working in hubby's closet ...clearing all his tools,etc. out and putting them in one of our sheds. For the most part, hubby's closet was HIS SHED. His tools were safe from the boys there. It's a habit he never broke even after the boys moved away. He was always missing tools. This way ...he knew where they were and just where to lay his hands on a certain item when he needed it. Then came the time when he couldn't use many tools and if someone needed something to make a repair in the house he would direct them to it's location. ALL HE HAD to his name...was his TOOLS. No hobbies, collected nothing. Now... I'm vacating those. sighhhhhh
So son Randy took every damn thing out of that closet and I have piles of clothes (98% mine) and my bins of yarn ( 5 ) ( more u in the attic )...half my bed is occupied . Randy took down the old metal closet shit on one side and filled the holes and painted the entire thing. He and Butchie were actually working in the same area at the same time. Peacefully, I might add and those two CLASH like hell at times. I actually left them alone when I went out to meet Don. I felt that safe. :0)
When I came back at 6:20 p.m. Randy was finished with what he was doing for the night ( paint was drying ) and he had left and Butchie was still plugging away at installing the bedroom door. I had a pocket door there that was always coming off the track, plus...you couldn't lock it.
A visual..............
bedroom door and closet door just to the right of it. No wars...unbelievable. I'm writing this on Sunday morning. Everyone is still sleeping. It's minutes before 8a.m.
The day is YOUNG!
It's Day 3 of taking Zoloft. Could one of the side effects be hoopiness? ;0)
HOLY MOTHER OF PEARL!!!
Ed called me around 9 a.m. Where he learned...that I like seafood, he is coming to pick me up at 10:30 a.m. TOMORROW is still on too. Shaky ...can best describe me. More later. It's 9:50 and I'm showered, dressed and nervous. Oh welllllllllllll, I asked for this!
Piss call #2 and it's only 10 a.m. Since the Sling procedure I've been able to hold my pee WELL... What's with this? NERVES is my guess. ;0) This 80 year old can breathe and talk. UT OH Pat! ;0)
O M Gawd! Bless me father cause I have sinned...... Just got back...been away the past 3 days. Let me catch my breath and I shit you not, I'll tell you about it. (((hugs)))
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