Tuesday, December 31, 2013

And so goes what will probably be my final entry for 2013. Gotta do my 2013 in Review thingy for My Bio that I update yearly while I still do my daily updates as well. I’m only updating Histofme once a month. 

Bob knocked on the door around 11am yesterday and said he thought we might have a leak. My mind first went into semi-panic/full-blown confusion mode. We don’t have an evaporative cooler, not that we’d need it in December, so what “leak” could we possibly have? 

Our street is on a hill and Bob and Virginia’s lot/house is about 4’ lower than ours. I peered over the retaining wall and could see water alongside their garage and driveway. At first I didn’t know what to do but knew I didn’t want to turn the water off to the entire house. Then it hit me that my lovable but sometimes absent-minded hubby left the water on when watering. Bob tried turning a valve at the corner of the house by the master suite and that stopped the water oozing from the little black hoses that feed water to the plants and trees along the side there. Again, I felt that urge to rip out every goddamn thing we got growing here and replace it with white gravel (red is boring). Just simple, plain white gravel. 

Anyway, I apologized profusely to Bob, but he waved it off saying it was no big deal. I’m so glad he noticed this and told me about it. I chewed Tom out when he got home for leaving the water on. I’ve offered to take over the landscaping, but he insists he’s fine with doing it himself. He probably feels more comfortable since he can reach things easier and that way he doesn’t have to worry I’ll hurt myself using any of the tools either. Besides, he knows how much I hate bugs. 

I still think he should let everything die off. It used to rain at least once a week here between October – April, but now it’s once a month. They’d get killed off pretty fast. Then little by little we can dig them up and throw them in the Green Waste bin they pick up every other week. The gravel would be a big expense, but worth it in the end. 

Looking forward to Andy possibly visiting in 2015 when he goes to visit family not too far south of me. Neither of us is giving up our bed to him, though. He will be thrown on what we hope will be our own brand-new couch unless he wants to stay in a hotel. Even if we keep the S’s couch, it’s not comfy for sitting but is actually quite comfy when you lay on it. We could probably run out and get him an air mattress if he really wanted, but he should only be here for a night or two anyway. 

He asked if I’d accompany him to a concert while he’s here, but as I reminded him, I don’t care for concerts. I prefer videos that I can pause and control at will. There are other things we can do when we’re not hanging out at my place – shopping, dining, etc. No matter what we do it’d be great to see him! Definitely easier for him to come here than for us to go there. No guarantees, as I told him, that we’ll ever make it to New England. 

Got a message from Paula saying nothing was wrong, she just wanted to say hi and asked that I call her. I called but got her machine. Then I got a letter from her saying she was sick again but would beat it. 

Uh-oh. Not the ovarian cancer thing I hope. She didn’t go into detail, but I’m assuming she did get or will get a hysterectomy. 

Thanks to my rare and often debilitating sleep disorder I am rather overwhelmed knowing I’ve got a trip to Hawaii, a dentist appointment, and eye appointment, and a primary care appointment coming up all in the next 6 weeks. I was tempted to cancel the primary since my ear is ok if we oil the canal regularly, but then Tom reminded me that it would still be nice to have blood work tested, make sure my thyroid is ok, and get my ingrown toenail looked at. I definitely do want that toe checked out. It can be annoying as hell. 

Also, while I’m content to remain big all my life like most older people, I do still wonder at times why my body won’t respond to a sensible diet. It’s the same thing every time; I lose a few pounds at first and think this is finally it, I’ll lose 20-30 pounds, but then I keep dieting while my body stops losing and fights like hell to hang onto its weight. And so I eventually gave up and just accepted that this is obviously how I was meant to be. I’d like an expert to tell me if my thyroid is off or if this is just naturally how I’ve come to be. If it’s my thyroid, then if I change my mind later on and decide to lose weight, I should be able to do so with proper medication. If it’s just me, then I can continue to do what I’ve been doing – exercising to keep from gaining any more weight. 

Even Paula, who’s just 18 months younger than me, has changed dramatically since I last saw her. People age, people get fat… I know that. But it’s still hard to believe that the 120-pound girl I last saw in 1991 is now 205 pounds! Well, she was but has dropped to 173 since becoming ill. I just hope whatever she’s got isn’t serious. She’s like me in that she doesn’t want many friends and likes to hang by herself. In fact, she’s more of a hermit than I am, so I don’t feel bad for her because she’s lying in a bed that she herself chose to make. But this may make emergencies harder to deal with. If I passed out from whatever, sooner or later Tom would come home (if he was at work) and discover me. But Paula lives alone. 

I hate it when Michelle whines about how rough blacks supposedly still have it. It is just such utter bullshit and I know it! 

And what’s up with Alison? She made 10-page views the day before yesterday, 1 yesterday, but hasn’t responded to my email or tweets. Unless that wasn’t her, is she mad at me? Or is she playing games? Well, she keeps changing accounts so I have no way to tell if she’s been scrabbling with Kim every day or not, but it is weird that she would peek in on me but not contact me. Hope she wasn’t copying entries for the skitzo, but like I said, if she could feed me information about her and Molly, why not about me, too? And why should I believe her when she says she hasn’t and won’t tell them anything? 

No views from Molly in a few days. She should now be back at Marbridge so we’ll see how well they monitor their charges.

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