This is the week of improvement. Electrical panel in and working. Purlins to beef up the roof in the attic, complete. Roof shingling, more then half done Of coarse not sure if the Satellite needs to be adjusted. I am pretty tapped out on these projects and can't wait for a normal week.
In the midst of all this I have had to go see the surgeon. they wanted to schedule me for an outpatient surgery on the seventh, but I had to draw the line. I postponed it to the 14th. I am on overload with things but I still have to work. Still have to work with Wesley and school. Still have to do things at home.
I am over all this stuff:)
Wednesday, September 30, 2015
Friday, September 18, 2015
The Market of Fleas
So I broke down my week into 5 big things to contend with. My health issue, purchasing a car, the Barn House Chicks show, The Electrical and the Roof. Saturday the show will be done. The car done on Wednesday. The Electrical done on Thursday or Friday. The Roofer the following week and the Doctor the 28th. Do I want to scream now, because in there I still have to figure out life on a daily basis, Wes, Bill and a host of other stuff.
I think if I get one more email about things to do or look at, I will scream. I think told everyone that as well. I just can't absorb it. The there is that comic relief of the Republican candidates. The three ring circus they call American politics. I just find myself expressing myself out loud that the world must think we are idiots. I guess we are. As the world is contending with real things, we have Trump squawking. It is enough to turn your stomach. So fiddle dee dee I will think about that stuff tomorrow or maybe next week.
I think if I get one more email about things to do or look at, I will scream. I think told everyone that as well. I just can't absorb it. The there is that comic relief of the Republican candidates. The three ring circus they call American politics. I just find myself expressing myself out loud that the world must think we are idiots. I guess we are. As the world is contending with real things, we have Trump squawking. It is enough to turn your stomach. So fiddle dee dee I will think about that stuff tomorrow or maybe next week.
Thursday, September 17, 2015
I could use a cigarette...and I don't even smoke!
I could use a cigarette and I don't even smoke. Yesterday we were the organizing fool/ Today I am the overwhelmed idiot. Roofer calling, I have to talk to electrician, got to go to dump, post, pick up stuff at Paulas. Car stuff. I am overwhelmed!!!!!
Wednesday, September 16, 2015
Worry?
Gustave Courbet
Worry? Yes me worry.
Bill and I are getting together today to price and organize. We are holding each other as we round this corner. Linda would be proud. Although we do not quite have the pizzazz she had, we are taking what she would want into consideration. In addition, I am working with my neighbor in producing some primitive boxes for resale. Which should be excellent for me and her. So as we get through this day holding each other up, we will keep Linda in our minds eye.
Sunday, September 13, 2015
Getting through the week
These are my crazy friends. They are not only my buds in the biz, they are my family as well.
This was a difficult day for Bill. It was Linda and Bills 46th wedding anniversary. He went to see Linda, talked to her and had a good cry. I always have my own flood of feelings when Bill is so sad. It is horrible.
It is horrible for all of us and most of all Bill.
So for the next week Bill and I have to do Linda proud and muddle though to our "show". So keep our fingers crossed, toes too and every positive amulet waving in our direction. We will get through this painstaking week.
Friday, September 4, 2015
Forgiveness
Today i got a call that may be what I have been waiting for a long time. It will mean forgiveness on my part which I will easily do. Patience is not part of my vocabulary and i just have to wait and see. So as a mom, I just will know that one of my offspring is possibly on the way to healing himself and thus maybe (and maybe not) reentering back into our lives. My biggest sadness is that he has let his wishes and desires take a backseat. Maybe he will find himself again.
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