Friday night 8:30 p.m.
Got back from Good Tyme's with Tracie an hour ago. Had myself a bowl of clam chowder.
Tasty and enough to satisfy me after the Chinese food I ate at lunchtime.
The evening didn't start out so good.
Asked hubby what he wanted to have for supper and he no sooner said he wanted Wheaties ...the doorbell rang.
Tracie.
With that he yelled he wanted nothing for supper.
I came into our room and he started. F this F that, I'm finding another place to live, I can't stomach her.
Calmly I told him she means no harm. That she comes to see me.
Go the F over there he yells.
I walked out to the diningroom where she was chatting with Jill and laid my hand on her back, gave it a rub and told her that he was at it again and she had to leave.
Walked her to the door.
She said I only came because you said you might go out to eat with me Friday.
That I did. So I told her not to take off for home yet, that I still might go.
Came back to my room and hubby asks me what I'm fixing him for supper.
Of course it was here that I told him that he told me he wanted nothing to eat.
"That's because she was here", he said. " I didn't want to sit at the table and see her face."
Again, I told him that she comes to see me and means no harm.
Go visit her over there...go out to eat with her, he says....Just keep her the F away from here.
When I went to the kitchen Jill asked me if I was going out with Tracie to eat.
Told her I was. Good for you she said.
Made him his Wheaties, gave him a peck on the lips goodbye and across the street I went.
Poor Tracie was so upset. She said she told herself she wasn't going to cry this time.
Told her never to.
"I've known him all my life"....spoken in a hurt voice.
Won't go into all she said...........................sigh!
So I'm back and sitting here in our bedroom at the computer.
Just got him his lactaid ice cream that he asked for. .
Butch took a half a day off. Forgot what he told his daughter he would do today.
Think it was some school thing that her mother couldn't make because she had to work.
Went into the fire station for 8 tonight.
Jill stayed in tonight. Worn out from yesterday would be my guess and she and her son Gil will work a wedding and begin setting up the Elks Hall for 250 guests at 12:30 tomorrow.
Butch takes his test tomorrow. Is stressing out he won't pass it and it will be $500 lost, plus books.
Then another two years before he can take it again.
He didn't go about this the right way. Read far too many books in far too little time.
But maybe, just maybe.
Jill has her endoscopy Monday. Think that's what she called it. Camera down her throat.
The dentist that worked on her front tooth today for a reduced fee , did a good job on it.
There are some people out there that arn't in the business just for the money and have some compassion .
Hubby is saying he smells smoke, so I'll get off my ass and check things out...even if I don't smell it.
Nothing inside.....so he suggested outside burning. Nope, can't smell a fire pit burning out there.
When he said the word "fire" my heart skipped a beat.
Having lived through a bad fire, it's my biggest fear.
Panic sets in whenever I smell smoke and I despise those fire pits.
We have one and Jill lights it from time to time, but most times I am aware of it.
Neighbors burn theirs and I'm not aware of it until I smell the smoke.
Especially when the wind is blowing this way and the windows are open.
I'm still no further to figuring out where I sit people down to eat Turkey Day. .
Seems we always get stressed about this. Jill and I, that is.
As sure as shit that day will happen whether we are ready for it of not. That's a given !
Guess I'll throw the old pj's on .
Tomorrow I hope to get in my closet and move things around to make room for all those cases of tonic.
Logan went with his dad at 2:30.
When I told Jill that the ex SIL from Hell was using his old MY VISITATION rights on Logan again she remembered that this was a weekend with a holiday.
Wording in the divorce decree is that when there is a holiday she has Logan the weekend before the holiday.
Of course she won't remind the asshole of that.
Logan wants to go because his dad will be leaving again for MS and he misses him...........so she gives her ex no shit.
If the kids wanted to be with their dad when it was written in the divorce decree that it as her day or days...she always let them go.
Not him! Mothers Day she has spent alone. Fathers Day he had his sons. Mothers Day is his day too if it fell on his weekend, regardless of what the divorce papers said.
My way or the highway...to Hell with you.
Okay...I have enough problems of my own. Why do I get so upset that she lets her ex shit all over her.
Oh I know, because I have always had to witness it and it pisses me to no end.
I shit you not!
Need to remind myself....get your pj's on and relax and unwind.
Butch came after work, Butch has left to go take his long test.
Sharpened some of Logan's new pencils on the electric pencil sharpener which is on the way out. Makes a horrid noise and takes forever to sharpen.
In one breath hubby makes noises to moi that Butch doesn't care if he wakes the whole house up ( we were awake) and minutes later he is digging through his drawer and goes and gives Butch a pencil sharpener he had.
I don't even try to figure him out anymore.
Just awhile ago as I rose to go get a refill on my coffee, he raised his cup and asked for another cup of tea saying, " see I waited until you got up before I asked for my second cup of tea. I was being ice. "
Told him thank you . Meant it too.
I climbed into bed around 11:30 last night . Fifteen minutes or so later he turned the tv off and we began hearing noises coming from the other end of the house.
Got up out of bed to check things out as hubby was questioning as to the sounds he was hearing.
We didn't know that Jill had awoken around 10:30 and was in agony with the pain in her stomach.
Liquid Malox, malox tablets and she says around 3:30 a.m. the level of pain subsided enough to fall asleep.
This morning she feels like she has been run over by a Mack truck . Some residule pain and TIRED!
Test is being done Monday, but of course those results won't be known right away.
Wonder if she and Butch hit the Moose Hall once Logan left yesterday at 2:30 p.m.
They did leave right after. Came back in a few hours as he had his test today and she had work.
I did chirp out " you two are in early". Then I was told the reason why.
There is a mood to my madness. :0)
Hmmmmmmmmmm ......must go ask. BRB
Couldn't be too obvious with my questions. I'm just going to assume that for the few hours they were gone they had a drink or two or.........as she was making herself supper when I left , so it wasn't out to eat.
I did mention Butch not eating and she said he bought pastrami, cheese and rolls to bring into work.
Yep...I think I can safely say they went to the Moose Hall for awhile.
Did ask how long before she would know after her tests if anything was found.
She said the doctor told her he would tell her if he found anything when she woke up.
Hooray!!!
If it is her liver I hope it's caught before too much damage has been done to it.
There is a point of no return . I recently learned that watching a tv show. :0(
She just made herself a bagle with cream cheese and tea.
Leaves here for work at noon.
Looks like a hubby and I afternoon. Enough said!
It is what it is..........I'll make the best of it. Like Jill said last night; if it wasn't Tracie it would be someone else.
I can remember back to Mary that once lived in the house that backs mine ( she and her future 2nd hubby) were our attendants at our marriage ceremony by a JP.
She was always on the phone to me if we were not out shopping and hubby was just as ugly about her back then.
While I must admit I had sore ears from the pressure of holding the phone to my ear, I could never say the right words to make her hang up. But that was my problem, NOT HIS!
Mary is the one that has just started coming around . She lives about 7 miles away and one of her married daughters lives in her old house that she lived in with her first husband.
Back then all our kids were in grade and junior high school.
Twenty some odd years have passed since we stopped being friends.
Another of her married daughters lived in her house back then and her dog died from poisoning I was told.
Her daughter blamed hubby. He did not do anything to that dog, but once her daughter told Mary not to speak to us again..that was it.
I was just as insulted that she could think we would do something like that and gave up trying to be friends after awhile.
Must admit this dog was a mean barking dog that scared the hell out of my first grandchild when he would go out back to play. Would lunge at the fence making the meanest frightening noises.
None of the neighbors liked that dog. Doberman Pincher ....had to use my memory bank for that one.
Keeping ole Alzheimers away from my door. :0)
Was deep in thought....maybe that's why I have never cultured another friendship. hmmmmmmmmm
Maybe for that reason and ....I just don't feel that I have enough time to be a good friend.
Add onto that...MY DRAMA!
SHIT, I'd scare myself away. I shit you not!
A few laughs and I am off to plug away.
