Last night was awful. I finally abandoned my bed and took up residence in my recliner. I still coughed, but at least I didn't disturb others. I slept fitfully between coughing spells until I heard the bark of a dog.
My usual wake-up call comes from Oscar. He is old and he likes routine. He whimpers and stands at the foot of the bed, where his mommy (that would be me) magically appears and scoops him gently into her arms and carries him to the back door, all the while showering his sweet head with kisses and telling him how loved he is, before lowering him gently to the ground and waiting patiently while he takes care of business.
I have no doubt that Oscar whimpered and waited as long as he could, what with his age and his appreciation of a good routine. When his mommy did not appear, her being asleep in a semi-upright position in another room, he did what he did. What goes in must come out.
Wall-E barked to alert someone of the event. He fancies himself to be the town crier in situations that need the help of people (he considers us to be janitors). I smelled it as soon as I entered the room. I flipped on the light, thinking I needed to see to properly remedy the situation.
Oscar sleeps at the foot of our bed on a king size blanket folded four times. He had done his morning routine on his blanket and I was trying to gather the blanket and would have been successful had the lone occupant of the bed simply stopped moving. When I turned on the light, I told him cover his eyes and BE STILL, that Oscar had pooped in the bed. He covered his eyes, but his legs were moving to and fro as if he were swimming. I swear I wanted to grab his foot and bite him!
Of course he made my mission unsuccessful. I grabbed what I could and exited the room, four dogs following me to the back yard. Knowing I would have to strip my bed when he woke up just added to my utter annoyance. I brewed a pot of coffee and started laundry. HeWho can sleep through noise and nasty smells, slept on. After taking care of dog needs, I managed to doze off.
He Who sleeps soundly awakened and managed to wake me as he bumbled around. I rose and went to the bedroom to strip the bed. Everything he did annoyed me. I watched as he opened the wrong drawer in his search of socks. He does this everyday. His socks have resided in the bottom drawer of his chest of drawers since we purchased it nearly 20 years ago.
I do not anticipate a good day. Even the sky is dark and dreary.
Sunday, March 27, 2016
Saturday, March 26, 2016
No Tolerance Today
I do have an appointment to see the doctor this Tuesday. It is for a follow-up on my blood work, but handy to have if I am still sick. If last night was any indication, I am pretty sure I will be.
Voice is better, but a little scary. Very deep and I sound mad, no matter what I say! I coughed all night, and It was a very long night. I am sure I kept HeWho loves me from getting a good night's sleep. I got up early and left him to get a few hours of peaceful sleep.
Seems like when you are sick, you always start to feel worse in the early evening hours. I mustered up enough energy to make a pot of chicken soup and do a load of laundry. I even prepped a few signs to get them ready to paint giant letters on. I was feeling a tad bit better when I settled down with my hot soup.
For some reason, the soup brought on a fit of coughing. The coughing would not respond to any remedy and brought my persistent headache back. A vicious cycle. Desperate for relief, I ventured to the liquor cabinet at 1:30 and grabbed a bottle of Tennessee honey whiskey and poured a good slug. I downed that, then used the Chloraseptic spray to numb my throat. It burned like fire, even in my ears. But ........ the cough came back with a vengeance. I hacked away for about an hour, then remembered seeing some cough drops in the medicine chest. I got up and retrieved one and put it in the side of my mouth, so that it would trickle slowly down my throat. I still coughed.
Today I will send HeWho runs errands for his wife to the pharmacy to ask for the strongest cough remedy available without prescription.
For some odd reason that reminded me of an incident that happened when I worked in a pharmacy. A phone call was transferred to the pharmacy and I was the lucky one to answer. The caller was irate, demanding to know where her prescription was. I took the information necessary to look her profile up and found that she had never had a prescription filled at our pharmacy. That led me to ask her if she was sure she had the right pharmacy.
That caused her to yell at me and explain that she was sure that she had purchased the magazine at this store and it had been 2 months and she still had not received her "prescription". I did my best to explain to her that the pharmacy, nor the store was responsible for magazine subscriptions. She was having none of that and proceeded to ask for the person in charge. I gave her the toll free number to the main office. Some days my tolerance for stupidity runs low. Today would be one of them.
Voice is better, but a little scary. Very deep and I sound mad, no matter what I say! I coughed all night, and It was a very long night. I am sure I kept HeWho loves me from getting a good night's sleep. I got up early and left him to get a few hours of peaceful sleep.
Seems like when you are sick, you always start to feel worse in the early evening hours. I mustered up enough energy to make a pot of chicken soup and do a load of laundry. I even prepped a few signs to get them ready to paint giant letters on. I was feeling a tad bit better when I settled down with my hot soup.
For some reason, the soup brought on a fit of coughing. The coughing would not respond to any remedy and brought my persistent headache back. A vicious cycle. Desperate for relief, I ventured to the liquor cabinet at 1:30 and grabbed a bottle of Tennessee honey whiskey and poured a good slug. I downed that, then used the Chloraseptic spray to numb my throat. It burned like fire, even in my ears. But ........ the cough came back with a vengeance. I hacked away for about an hour, then remembered seeing some cough drops in the medicine chest. I got up and retrieved one and put it in the side of my mouth, so that it would trickle slowly down my throat. I still coughed.
Today I will send HeWho runs errands for his wife to the pharmacy to ask for the strongest cough remedy available without prescription.
For some odd reason that reminded me of an incident that happened when I worked in a pharmacy. A phone call was transferred to the pharmacy and I was the lucky one to answer. The caller was irate, demanding to know where her prescription was. I took the information necessary to look her profile up and found that she had never had a prescription filled at our pharmacy. That led me to ask her if she was sure she had the right pharmacy.
That caused her to yell at me and explain that she was sure that she had purchased the magazine at this store and it had been 2 months and she still had not received her "prescription". I did my best to explain to her that the pharmacy, nor the store was responsible for magazine subscriptions. She was having none of that and proceeded to ask for the person in charge. I gave her the toll free number to the main office. Some days my tolerance for stupidity runs low. Today would be one of them.
Friday, March 25, 2016
I Don't Have Time For This
The cough persists and results in an annoying headache that won't respond to any remedy I have tried. Did I mention that I don't have time for this?
I have lost my voice. I squeak or bark. It actually hurts to talk and I am happy just to nod my head in response to the endless questions from HeWho takes care of me, Am I cold? Do I want something to drink? Can he get me anything? The only thing worse than being housebound in the cold of winter is to be housebound and sick while the sun is shining.
I am still getting the front porch ready for campers. I painted my chairs and made a checkers table for some fierce competition. I put the actual checker in a container with a lid. It was a round container that held Wylers lemonade at one time.
Funny thing about that container of checkers. I had to go into town yesterday morning to have some blood drawn. Upon my return, I noticed that the checkers were scattered everywhere. I went over to put them back in the container to find that some critter had chewed that lid off! I know it wasn't Martha, the boy cat. He leans towards laziness in the curiosity department and the claw marks on the container were bigger than his. Maybe a possum? Imagine the surprise of the thief when he found only checkers and no food!
I now have four rocking chairs to grace one side of the porch. My dad liked to sit on the front porch in the evening and watch people. I do, too.
I still have to paint the white chair and repair one side. It was put together with screws, I think I will use some nuts and bolts instead.
Still so many little things to attend to. The two new (used) washers were installed in the laundry yesterday and are up and running. I have not been out there yet to see if there was a mess left in the wake of installation. Maybe later today. When the headache subsides. I really do not have time for this!
I have lost my voice. I squeak or bark. It actually hurts to talk and I am happy just to nod my head in response to the endless questions from HeWho takes care of me, Am I cold? Do I want something to drink? Can he get me anything? The only thing worse than being housebound in the cold of winter is to be housebound and sick while the sun is shining.
I am still getting the front porch ready for campers. I painted my chairs and made a checkers table for some fierce competition. I put the actual checker in a container with a lid. It was a round container that held Wylers lemonade at one time.
Funny thing about that container of checkers. I had to go into town yesterday morning to have some blood drawn. Upon my return, I noticed that the checkers were scattered everywhere. I went over to put them back in the container to find that some critter had chewed that lid off! I know it wasn't Martha, the boy cat. He leans towards laziness in the curiosity department and the claw marks on the container were bigger than his. Maybe a possum? Imagine the surprise of the thief when he found only checkers and no food!
I now have four rocking chairs to grace one side of the porch. My dad liked to sit on the front porch in the evening and watch people. I do, too.
I still have to paint the white chair and repair one side. It was put together with screws, I think I will use some nuts and bolts instead.
Still so many little things to attend to. The two new (used) washers were installed in the laundry yesterday and are up and running. I have not been out there yet to see if there was a mess left in the wake of installation. Maybe later today. When the headache subsides. I really do not have time for this!
Wednesday, March 23, 2016
I Think It Is Nap Time
My ear ache of two days ago is now a sore throat and tearing eyes, runny nose and cough. Hurts so bad to swallow. Like I have golf balls in my throat, or maybe tennis balls. My voice squeaks when I try to talk.
I have a cold. My hero, HeWho loves me most, is on a mission to get some remedies to help with my symptoms. I see a nap in my very near future. I love naps!!
In the meantime, I am answering the phone and taking reservations. This early spring means early campers! The wind is killer today, with a storm front headed our way. I will be inside today, keeping me ears out of the wind. The flowering pear trees are full of blooms, the apple trees and peach trees are following along. I really want to be outside ...... until I stand up and realize how dizzy I am.
I have signs to paint. The old ones need to be refreshed and I have some new ones in the works.
I salvaged a piece of the old cedar siding, gave it a white wash, then made this sign. My Cujo was the inspiration.
Always have to have signs outside. Lots and lots of signs.
We are updating the laundry room this year. Adding another washer, to have three. If I ever get behind in my laundry, I can do 4 loads at once!! Like when the cat yaks on my bed ...... The floors are painted and there is a drain one end. Instead of repainting the ugly floor, I am covering the exposed area with big rubber mats. A fresh coat of paint on the ceiling and wipe down the walls. The walls are that cheap panel stuff that was also in the showers before we tiled them.
All the picnic tables need to be painted. For some reason known only to him, HeWho likes to gather them all in one place and leave me to the painting. I don't mind the painting, I like to paint. But, I think I should grab the paint and the brush and go to the tables to paint. Less effort.
Speaking of effort, I think it might be nap time.
I have a cold. My hero, HeWho loves me most, is on a mission to get some remedies to help with my symptoms. I see a nap in my very near future. I love naps!!
In the meantime, I am answering the phone and taking reservations. This early spring means early campers! The wind is killer today, with a storm front headed our way. I will be inside today, keeping me ears out of the wind. The flowering pear trees are full of blooms, the apple trees and peach trees are following along. I really want to be outside ...... until I stand up and realize how dizzy I am.
I have signs to paint. The old ones need to be refreshed and I have some new ones in the works.
I salvaged a piece of the old cedar siding, gave it a white wash, then made this sign. My Cujo was the inspiration.
We are updating the laundry room this year. Adding another washer, to have three. If I ever get behind in my laundry, I can do 4 loads at once!! Like when the cat yaks on my bed ...... The floors are painted and there is a drain one end. Instead of repainting the ugly floor, I am covering the exposed area with big rubber mats. A fresh coat of paint on the ceiling and wipe down the walls. The walls are that cheap panel stuff that was also in the showers before we tiled them.
All the picnic tables need to be painted. For some reason known only to him, HeWho likes to gather them all in one place and leave me to the painting. I don't mind the painting, I like to paint. But, I think I should grab the paint and the brush and go to the tables to paint. Less effort.
Speaking of effort, I think it might be nap time.
Monday, March 21, 2016
Tomorrow Will Be Better
I noticed that the peach trees were budding, even saw a few pink blooms Saturday night. I went to sleep dreaming of gardens and fresh fruit to come .......
Then I woke Sunday to see snow on the ground!! Put the brakes on Spring! No amount of coffee seemed to waken me and motivate me. I spent the day in a fog of aches and pains. Even the dogs complained, refusing to go out and get their feet wet. All day long, everything seemed to go wrong. The cat yakked on my bed and after cleaning that up, I just counted the hours and minutes until bedtime.
The sun was shining this morning, but I woke with a wicked earache and just a feeling of impending doom. This half decaf coffee is just crappy. My jaw and my ear hurts. I washed my face and even applied make-up, to pretend I felt good.
I was going about my business of daily chores. I emptied the ice trays and refilled them. I have 10, so I stack them 5 high. That's how I managed to spill five ice trays full of water. Oh, it gets even better. Had I simply spilled them on the counter or the floor, I would still have been unhappy, but the clean up would have been simple. I spilled them IN THE FREEZER.
Had to remove all the packets of vegetables under the top tray and then try to clean up all the water. The cloth I used wanted to freeze to the bottom and my hands were cold.
I had put a load of laundry on, but because I got stuck cleaning up the ice tray disaster, I did not close the lid to the machine in time and it simply emptied and spun, wasting the detergent. I hate waste.
I decided to take a nap. The phone woke me. Not even 2:00 and I just want the day to be done. Tomorrow should be better, shouldn't it? Dare I try to cook tonight?
Then I woke Sunday to see snow on the ground!! Put the brakes on Spring! No amount of coffee seemed to waken me and motivate me. I spent the day in a fog of aches and pains. Even the dogs complained, refusing to go out and get their feet wet. All day long, everything seemed to go wrong. The cat yakked on my bed and after cleaning that up, I just counted the hours and minutes until bedtime.
The sun was shining this morning, but I woke with a wicked earache and just a feeling of impending doom. This half decaf coffee is just crappy. My jaw and my ear hurts. I washed my face and even applied make-up, to pretend I felt good.
I was going about my business of daily chores. I emptied the ice trays and refilled them. I have 10, so I stack them 5 high. That's how I managed to spill five ice trays full of water. Oh, it gets even better. Had I simply spilled them on the counter or the floor, I would still have been unhappy, but the clean up would have been simple. I spilled them IN THE FREEZER.
Had to remove all the packets of vegetables under the top tray and then try to clean up all the water. The cloth I used wanted to freeze to the bottom and my hands were cold.
I had put a load of laundry on, but because I got stuck cleaning up the ice tray disaster, I did not close the lid to the machine in time and it simply emptied and spun, wasting the detergent. I hate waste.
I decided to take a nap. The phone woke me. Not even 2:00 and I just want the day to be done. Tomorrow should be better, shouldn't it? Dare I try to cook tonight?
Friday, March 18, 2016
A Nap Well Deserved
Wednesday was amazing. 80 degrees of perfection. Then the winds picked up and the sky was bruised, just as the day was closing. I mowed Wednesday.
March is too soon to have to mow. This means I have nearly eight months of mowing to look forward to. But, yesterday I absolutely had to mow my back yard. The grass was so tall it was making wet underbellies on my dogs.
Before I started up the mower, I finished painting the eaves and my two Adirondack chairs. Then worked more in the sewing room project. I suppose I should have finished this before starting more projects, but ........
I am happy to say I can finally get to my sewing machine again. I have restacked and repacked and moved every single item in that room. And cleaned every single surface at least twice. I am so inspired to start some new projects in there. I found so many fabrics I had forgotten I had. I lovingly ran my fingers over each piece and promised to meet again soon before I placed them in a new home.
The store and office now await my attention. I gave all my efforts to the restrooms on Tuesday. While I was sick, I relied on the efforts of HeWho does not know the meaning of deep cleaning. If it does not involved some sort of loud motor, he can't do it. He neglected to line the trashcans (denied it, saying "someone else" must have emptied them). I had a very long afternoon as I put everything back to right.
My current tenant (over-user of hot water) had pretty much taken over the men's room. He had all of his toiletries on display and cigarette ashes adorned the floor, in spite of the two signs that identify the prohibition of such behavior. He also rearranged the room, putting the bench next to the shower in front of the toilet. Made me wonder if he dined in there with the hot water on, creating a sauna .....
I made another "no smoking" sign. Just for him, it states that this is a smoke free building and should I find someone smoking in there, they will be "asked" to move elsewhere. In case you are wondering how I could be able to catch him? I have a camera focused on that door and can see who enters and exits. I simply wait for him to come out the door. I don't even have to be close to smell cigarette smoke. I have a good sniffer.
This same troublesome tenant has acquired a dog. He is not picking up after this pit bull and I have spies that tell me the dog is often off leash. His rent is due early next week. He may just want to move on after I demand to see proof of the dog's distemper and rabies vaccine and then tell him I expect him to police the surrounding sites and pick up all the dog poop. This little problem was just brought to my attention by another tenant. One that pays their rent when it is due.
Today, it rained. And I napped for nearly two hours in my chair with one dog nestled next to me and one laying on my chest. It was wonderful!!
March is too soon to have to mow. This means I have nearly eight months of mowing to look forward to. But, yesterday I absolutely had to mow my back yard. The grass was so tall it was making wet underbellies on my dogs.
Before I started up the mower, I finished painting the eaves and my two Adirondack chairs. Then worked more in the sewing room project. I suppose I should have finished this before starting more projects, but ........
I am happy to say I can finally get to my sewing machine again. I have restacked and repacked and moved every single item in that room. And cleaned every single surface at least twice. I am so inspired to start some new projects in there. I found so many fabrics I had forgotten I had. I lovingly ran my fingers over each piece and promised to meet again soon before I placed them in a new home.
The store and office now await my attention. I gave all my efforts to the restrooms on Tuesday. While I was sick, I relied on the efforts of HeWho does not know the meaning of deep cleaning. If it does not involved some sort of loud motor, he can't do it. He neglected to line the trashcans (denied it, saying "someone else" must have emptied them). I had a very long afternoon as I put everything back to right.
My current tenant (over-user of hot water) had pretty much taken over the men's room. He had all of his toiletries on display and cigarette ashes adorned the floor, in spite of the two signs that identify the prohibition of such behavior. He also rearranged the room, putting the bench next to the shower in front of the toilet. Made me wonder if he dined in there with the hot water on, creating a sauna .....
I made another "no smoking" sign. Just for him, it states that this is a smoke free building and should I find someone smoking in there, they will be "asked" to move elsewhere. In case you are wondering how I could be able to catch him? I have a camera focused on that door and can see who enters and exits. I simply wait for him to come out the door. I don't even have to be close to smell cigarette smoke. I have a good sniffer.
This same troublesome tenant has acquired a dog. He is not picking up after this pit bull and I have spies that tell me the dog is often off leash. His rent is due early next week. He may just want to move on after I demand to see proof of the dog's distemper and rabies vaccine and then tell him I expect him to police the surrounding sites and pick up all the dog poop. This little problem was just brought to my attention by another tenant. One that pays their rent when it is due.
Today, it rained. And I napped for nearly two hours in my chair with one dog nestled next to me and one laying on my chest. It was wonderful!!
Sunday, March 13, 2016
All About The Frog
Even though I did not turn my clocks back last night, it was an hour later when I got up. This so disturbed my routine that I stayed in my night clothes until nearly noon. By my clocks it was only 11:00. Being in my nighty kept me from having to deal with the public. HeWho took care of that .... because I was not dressed.
The door was still locked when a man showed up. Since we moved the security monitor to the wall with the TV ( used to be on a wall behind me and I had to actually get up to see it) I was able to watch as HeWho spoke to him. Couldn't hear, though.
The man was looking for Frog Auto Parts and saw the frog on my sign. So, he saw a frog, but he didn't read the sign that identifies us as an RV park and Campground. Not to mention all the RV's parked here. He just thought this might be the auto parts store .... because he saw a frog on two of my signs. The signs that also have words on them.
Maybe he didn't change his clocks either.
The door was still locked when a man showed up. Since we moved the security monitor to the wall with the TV ( used to be on a wall behind me and I had to actually get up to see it) I was able to watch as HeWho spoke to him. Couldn't hear, though.
The man was looking for Frog Auto Parts and saw the frog on my sign. So, he saw a frog, but he didn't read the sign that identifies us as an RV park and Campground. Not to mention all the RV's parked here. He just thought this might be the auto parts store .... because he saw a frog on two of my signs. The signs that also have words on them.
Maybe he didn't change his clocks either.
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