Tuesday, November 18, 2014

Duplication - Twice as Nice

We're under a small amount of stress here.

Son, who lives in a different city, was supposed to have surgery on his knee today.  Unfortunately, he got some sort of crud.  Surgery had to be postponed.

Today he let me know it's rescheduled for next Tuesday.

That wouldn't be so bad, except for the fact that next Thursday is THANKSGIVING.  Along with that, there are a couple of Very Important Things going on at work, and I'm in charge of them.

Although he has assured me that he has friends to help him out and all will be well, tra la, tra la, I am going through no small amount of angst.  He may not need me to be there, but I need to be there. After all, even though he is 39 years old, he's still my baby boy!  He is not married, and I don't want him to be alone through this, no matter what.

What I need right now is two of me.


Thursday, November 13, 2014

Too Sweet to Sleep

Apparently, I decided to eat some Nutella last night.

While sound asleep, I am told I went downstairs and got a spoonful of the chocolate hazelnut spread that my daughter had purchased.  She even wrote on the lid, to be sure her brother would leave it alone.


Unfortunately, I tend to ignore things like that while I'm snoozing.

According to the report, I went downstairs looking for something to eat.  I opened the refrigerator, found nothing I wanted, then went on to the pantry.  The Nutella was in sight, so I grabbed it and a spoon, got some, and put the jar back.  I took the full spoon over to Hubster, who has never tasted the stuff, and asked him if he'd like to try it.  He declined, but told me I then popped it in my pie-hole.

Here's the thing:

I don't LIKE Nutella.

It's like eating too-sweet, aching-tooth-sweet, chocolate icing.  All I can taste is the SWEET part, and it's the kind of sweeeeet that makes you want to grimace as you're sucking it down.

So why on earth would I eat it while I was asleep???

The Ambien, it does strange things to me.

I am fortunate to have people around who can report these things after the fact.  I am also fortunate to be able to provide entertainment for said people, and to be the brunt of most jokes at the dinner table.

But let me tell you, I SLEEP WELL!!!

Tuesday, November 11, 2014

A Bit of Catching Up

Overnight it went from 65 degrees to 26 degrees outside.

We are not amused.

However, the weather was fine for the time we spent out of town last week.  We were blessed to have a condo on the fourth floor, with a view of the lake outside the picture windows that led to the deck. Need I say that nearly all of our waking hours were spent either on the deck or in front of the window?

I think not.

The time away was much needed after the passing of my mother-in-law.  Her funeral was the 31st of October, right before we were scheduled to leave.  While she will be greatly missed, we hold close the time we had with her and all the stories we have to tell.

She was a pistol, that one.  One of a kind.

Life continues, as it always does.  The Girl will graduate from nursing school on December 13th, and has already been offered two different jobs making much more than I ever have.  If nothing else, she will be able to keep us well in our dotage.  The Boy will transfer to a school out of town to complete his degree in January.  Our house may actually be...EMPTY...for the first time in 23 years!

I am looking forward to the change, and to possibly doing some long-needed cleaning and refurbishing.  Our bathrooms are hideous!  With the kids out of the house (at least for a while) we should be able to get them torn out and redone.

**counting chickens**

Then there's the dining room to paint, the office to paint, and so much to keep us busy we may hardly know they are gone.

Or not.

We may collapse in a heap before all is said and done.  As a matter of fact, we probably will.

At least we'll have a nurse in the family to help us up.

Wednesday, October 22, 2014

Where Am I?

Conversation with MIL last night...

Hubster:  Do you know where you are?

MIL:  Of course.  The same place I was last night.

Hubster:  And where is that?

MIL (exasperated):  Well, HERE, of course!

ba-dum dum.

Living the Dream

Every weekday morning, if I have budgeted for it, I stop by a coffee shop located in a local grocery store.

Truth be told, sometimes I stop for the company rather than the coffee, even though those who know me well will testify that I bleed caffeine.  This shop offers me a free drink of my choice after I have purchased twelve.  That, in addition to my "gold card" status, allows me to have a couple of free drinks every two weeks or so.

The manager of the coffee shop and I have become friends of a sort.  She knows the days I don't feel well, because most of those days she is hurting, too.  She had back surgery a few years ago, and every time rain is threatened, she aches.  We commiserate over our shared pain on those days, talk about her son and his girlfriend, my MIL, her new house, and anything else that comes to mind.  I offer her free tickets to concerts that I score from work, and every now and then she'll offer to let me have my coffee at the refill discount or share expired cookies with me.

In my mind, we understand each other.

Today when I stopped by, she was busy.  Always moving, always finding something that needs doing, she rarely has time to chat.  Today I could tell she was in more pain than usual, but when I asked her about how she was doing, you wouldn't have known it.

"Just livin' the dream, Kiddo.  Just livin' the dream."

This from someone who regularly works 40 - 60-hour weeks.