Rainstorm is now live and available on Kobo! Next
up for publication will be Renting Ginny. Will start editing soon.
Yesterday I felt great, but today I’m feeling a bit lightheaded
and sometimes I feel short of breath even though I’m plenty oxygenated enough.
Not much energy either. The muscle injury in my leg definitely isn’t 100%
healed so I’m taking it easy today. It actually feels a little worse today. I
was on my knees rinsing something in the tub and when I went to stand up, ouch!
Tom got to do an hour of OT from the comfort of home (a
conference call on Skype). So, more money while he just kicked back, listened
and provided input when needed.
Tomorrow I see my PCP. I was just sitting there thinking about
what the best day would be to call and reschedule my dental check-up, knowing I
wasn’t going to make it on the first, when Holly called having to reschedule
anyway, saving me the trouble. Sometimes things really do work out well in
life! Seeing her next Tuesday. :-) Then, with the exception of our eye exams, I
will be appointment-free for half a year! Yes! It’s about fucking time.
Perhaps it’s mean of me to say so and perhaps I’ve just grown to
be a very impatient and intolerant person, but damn am I getting sick of all
the motormouths out there that can’t shut up and let others talk, too. I was
picking up the mail when Santa spotted me and came across the street to chat.
On and on it went. He seems like a nice enough guy, but it just wouldn’t stop
and I could barely get a word in edgewise. I had to laugh when Dixie told me
that they hit it right off. But how? They both can’t shut up for two seconds so
how could they possibly communicate, LOL? I’ve always found people who talk
non-stop to be a bit on the selfish side. Everything’s all about, and when they
ask you a question occasionally or you do get a word in edgewise, they take your
answer and run with it in whatever way it relates to them. It took me three
tries before I could get it across to him that I had other things to do and was
in a bit of a hurry. It wasn’t just that, but I had a hard time understanding
him. He didn’t talk too fast, but he talked softly and was changing subjects
rapidly while some fucker was sawing.
I can’t believe how much sawing these old people do here. They
really gotta limit this shit. I mean really. Enough is enough! If it’s an
emergency, that’s one thing. But I don’t annoy people with my hobbies so it
would be nice if I could get the same respect and consideration.
As I told Aly earlier, I’m pretty much done with the
emotionally/mentally ill, not that Santa is “ill.” I’ve simply run out of
patience and tolerance for their unpredictability. I’m not expecting people to
be all fluff and sunshine and I’m not talking about those who get anxious or
depressed like we all do at times but those in which their problems affect
their behavior in a way that’s not normal or at least very questionable.
Anything toxic, destructive or one-sided I can do without! :-) Aly, however, seems
drawn to people with problems.
Ralph’s house has sold and if the blue SUV is the one that lives
there, it’s kind of loud. Not motorcycle loud but definitely noticeable. You
know, you would think that by the time one got in their fifties, they would be
over their need for random attention. I thought the need to be heard, noticed
and acknowledged was more of a young people thing. I could be wrong, though, as
far as what vehicle lives there. I at least think that’s the one I saw deep in
the carport and then there was a gold SUV parked behind them that I’m pretty
sure belongs to the realtor. No one spent the night last night from what I
could see. I just hope they don’t have motorcycles or dogs! Santa’s dogs are
annoying enough at times. They bark when they’re being walked and they have a
screened-in porch they let them bark from, so I’m glad I’m not further down the
street. When they’re not right in front of the window, they’re easy enough to
drown out with just the everyday household things I have running like air
cleaners and whatnot.
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