Didn’t sleep well last night. Kept waking up. Finally had to take children’s Benadryl to get better sleep, although I still woke up tired because I had a hard time falling back asleep after waking up the second time to pee. Therefore, I ended up taking a nap and having a mix of strange dreams that included looking out the front door of where we supposedly lived on a hot, sunny day and thinking I should head right instead of left the next time I go out walking. Being in a relationship with a female US Marshal. Picking out a birthday gift with her and someone else for someone we all knew. Casting a spell that made my hair lose its curl and grow to my ass overnight. Moving into a small house and waking up to find that Tom found room to set up a twin bed in our windowless second bathroom, LOL. I couldn’t get the bathroom lights on either and could only make out things from the light spilling in from the hallway. As soon as I stepped inside it, music started playing and I couldn't figure out how to stop it.
A few nights ago, it was a dream about moving and crying happy tears as we conducted our final walkthrough. This isn’t the kind of place you cry happy tears over leaving, though. Unless we were moving to an OMG house in an OMG location, leaving this place as opposed to the last one where I have the most terrifying memories of my life and was the noisiest place I ever lived in wouldn't bring on the waterworks.I don’t think I’ll get the chance to find out how I would react either way, because I’m suspecting more and more that this is where we’re going to spend the rest of our lives. Despite all the effort and tweaking of his program, it’s looking like it’s the same dream it’s always been. I’d rather stay here and have him home as opposed to him going back to work so we could move to a bigger place. I guess you could say I’m about 75% okay with staying here. It’s a little bit of a disappointment because it is small, there’s no view of any lake or ocean, and I have no chance of escaping a flight path if that’s even possible to do in the state of Florida these days. On the bright side, it has the warmest winters of any place I’ve ever lived in before and this part of the state has the lowest risk of hurricanes and running into gators. Also, the house may be small, but it’s cute and a lot more modern than our last place. It’s definitely much quieter and cheaper, and this house has a surprisingly low number of spiders that we find in it.
Looks like my near-future surgeon has good reviews, is 48 and bald, and possibly from here which should wipe out any accents. The Indian accent isn't easy to understand. The male nurse I met with yesterday was American and friendly too. This guy was in Lutz but I'm sure I'll be operated on in Tampa.
They say to pack an emergency bag in case any complications arise and you need to stay a few days. I'll pack a bag to throw in the back seat of the car even though I can't imagine needing it for any reason. Better to be overprepared than underprepared, though!
We went to a large market to charge the car after my appointment and they had a little buffet there. The food was just so-so, but the chocolate chip cookies we got were awesome! They had the biggest chocolate chips I’d ever seen.
Still feeling good emotionally despite the appointment hassles and it’s looking like January’s mood tally will result in 1 bad day, 5 neutral, and the rest good. I could get used to this as fat as I’m getting. I’m now up 4 lbs since the dose decrease. But is it really due to that or simply because I’m getting older? I read that men usually gain weight until they’re 55, and women don’t stop until they’re 65. So it could be just the typical incremental jumps most people’s weight makes after 30. I remember it all. By 35 your skin is noticeably thinner. By 40 you need non-prescription glasses. By 45 you need prescription glasses. By 50 everything's gone to hell.
I paid $12 for one of the mood tracker apps because it does exactly what I want it to do. This one is simpler. The other mood-tracking app I use lets you record multiple emotions or physical feelings at once. So I have a simplified version and a more complex version.
I still worry about various end-of-life possibilities though I still try not to. Yet those awful questions still run through my mind along with all the worst-case scenarios. Who will help us in the end if we need help? Who will die first? How? Is there an afterlife? Reincarnation?
It's hard to believe that in a couple of months, Tom and I will have known each other for 30 years! Can’t imagine life without him.
Adaptive volume is another thing they won't let us control on Alexa. Again, why have options when you don't want to let your customers use them? I hate how every time I talk to her she's changing the volume and sometimes blasting really loud.
Speaking of blasting, Tom really threw me for a loop the other day. He puts on his headphones to watch a show in the living room while he skis. He then keeps turning it up louder and louder and I'm wondering why he bothers with headphones if he's just gonna blast the TV so damn loud. It was so loud that I could hear every word in the other room with the door closed. Finally, I came out and asked him how much louder he was going to crank it up. It was blasting so loud that at 5:00 in the morning, I'm sure Toni could have heard it, LOL. Well, his hearing is so screwed up that he couldn't tell that it was coming out of the TV and not the headphones. He says that explains why it sounded weird and he had to keep turning it up. It was like OMG loud!
It would have been fun attending last night's murder mystery at the clubhouse and then the variety show last week but of course, I have to be sleep-cursed instead. Apparently, they also have painting classes once a month, but I’m sure I’ll have to sleep. Life is for those who are always on days.
I decided that once I fill up the paper journal that I use when we’re on the road, I’ll just accidentally lose it in the clubhouse and see if anyone mentions it in the park group, LOL. I’m using people's initials and changing any keywords that could give me away. I’m also doing weird and funny things like saying I need my liver removed instead of my gallbladder which any idiot should know we can’t live without.
The honker's daughter stayed overnight for a few nights. I know it was his daughter because he shared a picture of her. They ate at an expensive, yet yummy-looking steak and seafood restaurant. She may have had a guy and two kids with her. I saw a couple of young girls running alongside the honker's place before they left. With the camera's speaker on I could hear them saying goodbye to each other and to stay safe.
He left on his motorcycle since it's Tuesday, though earlier than usual. He usually leaves at 10:30 and comes back between 2:00 and 4:00 but he left at 9:15 this morning.
A guy on a motorcycle stopped at Toni's yesterday. The thing is, he came from further in the park. Really hope she doesn't have a new friend in the park that's going to visit regularly on the damn thing!
Tom’s waiting for a guy to come out and replace the starter battery in the car.
My rosebush painting came out okay, even though the sky is a little vast. The butterfly painting was a bust. Even so, I love the pearlescent blue background which shimmers beautifully, and the way the neon pink butterfly glows against it. I've got a long way to go before I'm ready to use a big canvas and therefore the new easel as well. I don't see myself getting that much better, especially on my own. I never excel at anything anyway. I either suck, or I'm just so-so, or I'm good, but I'm never great.
Got a few more brush sets. Fan brushes and some hog hair brushes. These should help with the techniques used in future paintings I want to try.
Also got a fruit diffuser water bottle in hot pink. I figured it would be healthier and save a little money, rather than getting fruity sodas. The bottle has markers on it so you can make sure you have enough throughout each hour of the day. I started with blueberries but I didn't taste any hint of blueberry until the next day because their skins are thicker. Right now, I have raspberries in the bottle. I have cucumbers and kiwi ready for later on. I want to get peaches and bananas eventually, too.
Haven't been out much other than to Walgreens and my appointment but I'm too tired to go out today.
Dick and Irma stayed elsewhere overnight last night.
Got a friend request from a woman named JoAnn who I noticed was a friend of the Twenties. I thought it a little odd at first since I couldn't remember exactly where we met and it's been over a year since I've been in Cali. I thought maybe we met at the clubhouse when I was attending aerobic classes. So I accepted the invite and sent a message asking how we met. Instead of answering my question, I get a reply the next day about grant money she doesn't plan to pay back and an offer to give me info on how I too could get $350,000. So she's been hacked and I blocked her account.
Joined Pillowfort but I don't know if I'm going to like it much because it seems a little too active for me. I'm amazed that this site I never heard of until a few days ago has so many users! I definitely got more comments than on other writing platforms. I don't know if I have the time or desire to be in regular contact with that many people, though there's nothing wrong with that any more than there's anything wrong with those who are more sociable. I'm keeping the account in case I change my mind. It's just that sociable or not, I only need to drop copies of my journal on so many sites. The more I have, the harder they are to manage.
The Atlantis golf course came out a few days ago and it's gorgeous! The graphics are great and it's a fun course without any really difficult holes. Being under the sea, I love the little bubbles that slowly float up from each hole.
This week's VZ challenge locations are in Argentina, Portugal, and Sweden.
Just got a notice from the park that they're going to start towing cars parked on the street after 10:00 PM. I don't see nearly as much as that here as I did at the old park, and no RVs either.
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