Reasons exist for not going into a room or opening a drawer--or for listening to music that someone put on a CD for you. Take a deep breath and work until the hurt doesn't catch up. Clean out and give away the things that don't matter. Haul off some of the detritus that has accumulated along the way that just clutters up any available living space. Yup, it is going to be one of those weeks.
The John Deere cookie jar was so dirty from sitting on top of the cabinets that it might as well have been out working in the fields. But it's washed now and ready to go back after the wall behind the top part of the cabinet is painted. Will try to get that wall painted first. And the ceiling, too, as far as reaching is comfortable. Don't want any paint splattered on my counter or cabinets. Good help is hard to find, ya know. And if only myself is to be shouted at, then a good worker can do it better than make a mess.
Bought two gallons of paint called "Statuary." It is a tint of grey that will go well with the new flooring--whenever that gets installed. Truly hope that it covers well so only one coat will be necessary. If not, will get one more gallon for the area behind and above the stove. Amazing how much grease gets in a room from cooking. Of course, that is why they make those hoods for ovens. Never been seen on this ol' hill. Take it or leave it, the burners and oven just do their thing.
Cleaning out the shtuff in Hanan's room has been heavy--in more ways than one. But if Grayson is to show up next week even a day or so early, it will need to be where he can get around in it. Have things to take over to Cindy's house--pellon interfacing and other sewing stuff that will never be used here. Then there is an entire box full of computer junk that needs to go to Goodwill or to the Women's Refuge Shop. Kinda wish their shop was not so far away, but may go there anyway because Goodwill makes a pretty good killing on things that folks are just giving away. Goodwill may be cheaper than most places, but each dime goes to the corporate owner. Oh well. It IS convenient.
Started a list for Market Street and then tossed the list. Will just go myself and look and actually think about what will work and what probably would not. Need to ask Cindy what the boys eat--feel like pizza would work--or wieners. Know that if Grayson comes, he will want pancakes. Still have the maple syrup that he wanted last time. But if he needs milk for cereal, he has to have the lactose tolerant stuff--whatever it is called. And have no idea what kind of cereal he eats. Oh well. A trip to the store can't possibly be that hard.
Set an alarm on my phone for 8 a.m. so forgetfulness won't be late for her haircut in the morning. It may be as short as Roger Thonton's haircut when she gets finished, but want this stuff OUT of my face! Can't see out from under it! Cindy saw me with my hair up under a hair band the other evening and wanted to know if my hair was streaked. It IS streaked, but Mother Nature did every bit of the streaking. Getting all the length cut off may leave only grey, but grey does not hurt even one fiber of my pride or other feelings. Each grey hair has been earned.
Started one of those packs of steroids this morning. It is supposed to be easy to follow the directions. Uh huh. Oh well. Will do the best an old body can do and not be too concerned about the directions. They don't make magic pills for stupidity, so there's that.
Earlier sitting here and shaking my head over the pile of grass that Thompson brought in and left on my little rug in front of the desk. Both dogs suddenly looked up and headed to the back door. They could hear the hens having a fit about something. Went out there with them and did not see even a sparrow hawk. Who knows why they all got in an uproar.
Walked by the herb box outside today. Looks as if the sage, rosemary, and thyme made it through the ice and snow. However, the purple sage bush looks like a goner. It reminded me of the year out at MSU when the college had to take out an entire wall of Russian Olives. Nothing Russian nor anything resembling olives about it, but it had the most wonderful smell in the spring. But dead bushes are not exactly reassuring when looking at a building that is supposed to look stately.
Jennifer convinced me to store the china in the office when it was time to move it out of the china closet. Kinda doubt that any of the grands will want great-grandmother's china. Still, they can deal with that someday. Meanwhile, some of the little things that matter might need to be labeled so the kids will know why we kept them. Jenn sent Lewis flowers in 2011 for Father's Day. He was absolutely delighted with those flowers, and they were in a Ford truck vase!! That vase is still on my dresser in the bedroom. The only flowers anyone ever gave him. Why do we seem to forget that men love flowers, too.
Cleaned out the Britta pitchers today and put in new filters. Always think of Janis Cooke when cleaning those pitchers. She did her containers each week and then changed the filters once a month. Actually, our city water is not all that bad tasting right now, but it is just the idea that they are recycling everything before it goes BACK into Lake Arrowhead. Guess it is not any worse than having a good flash flood over the dairy farms in Windthorst before that water goes into the lake. sigh
Talking to a young man at Sutherlands today whose significant other works as a nurse at the hospital here. She has bronchitis and coughs often. The hospital made her take test after test to be sure she was not infected. Finally they did an antibody test that was positive. But that means she got OVER the danged virus. Still, so many folks are hanging on by their fingernails in every hospital. Just wish this crud would go away. Will still wear the mask when asked to, but it sometimes feels pretty silly when never getting close to anyone. Oh well.
Speaking of folks in the hospital, Leta Talley says that Ronnie is doing better. Know this has been a long row to hoe for the entire family--especially his wife. She had it first and got over it without anything. Then Ronnie got it and has been one sick puppy. You just never know how things are going to go.
Connie sounded more upbeat this morning. We remind each other every so often that we can't help others make decisions. And looking back is the only 20/20 vision out there. God help us to have peace of mind. Meanwhile, two dogs want my attention.
May you all rest well and awake with joy! You are loved.
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