Not surprisingly, I have no apparent
Arizona visitors, and I never heard from Scott. No way to know if he saw my
message or checked out my blog undetected, but that’s okay. I said what was on
my mind and now it’s time to move on. I haven’t looked in on him today and I
likely never will again. Even if he’s not a pig, he’s connected to them.
Besides, he was never a friend.
It totally pisses me off that I still have
random burning in the crotch. All these months of treatment and I still have
issues. When can I ever get permanent relief? Seriously, I’m still waiting for
one of my doctors other than my dentist to help me. Really, really help me.
We’re going to take about $600 from the 401
so that if there is an emergency with the roof this winter, we don’t have to
wait to get the money. We’ll have it readily available in case we need to have
them patch it up until we’re ready to deal with it. Hopefully, it will hold up
until then. We just don’t want to get a regular roof, then find out a year
later that the solar things are flourishing and saving people tons of money.
Especially since I still think we’ll be here until he retires. Even if he retires
at 66, that’s more time than we’ve already been here.
“Anyone can experience mental health
problems, no matter how good or bad life may appear. You should not compare
your experience to others.”
This was written by a fellow blogger. Well,
as I learned once I entered perimenopause, no, something bad doesn’t have to be
going on in life in order for you to feel bad. Fortunately, though, I’ve been
doing well since cutting back the thyroid meds, something I may have to do
every few months as accumulation occurs, until menopause.
My only real complaint today is what I’ve
been complaining about for most of my adult life… noise. I talked to one of the
workers and he said they should be done by Tuesday at the latest. Yeah, but
then the park or someone else around here will just go and do something else.
It’s just fucking ridiculous that at age 51, I still haven’t found a peaceful
place to live. If you can’t find it in an adult community, where can you find
it? I totally believe without a doubt that my quest for a peaceful place to live
is forever out of reach. That’s gotten way beyond obvious at this point, so I
might as well be open to apartments and condos as well as houses in the future.
Sure, some places are certainly worse than others. Norwich was worse than
Klamath Falls, and Phoenix was worse than here. But noise is noise in the end
and I’m obviously not going to escape it no matter where I live. Rural, city,
suburbs… it’ll follow me anywhere.
The loudest part of this irrigation project
has definitely been when they cut holes in the road. But then they have
something that makes a low grinding, rumbling sound that they run on and off.
It’s just bullshit. Totally ridiculous that
there’s always something going on no matter where I go, but I might as well
just accept it, embrace it, and get used to it because it ain’t going away.
Finally decided to check out what Friday’s
Boats on the Lake is all about, but when I rode down there nothing was going
on. Some people were sitting on the bench and others were hanging by their
cars, but it was too hot to wait around. Fortunately, I have very strong legs
and I was able to pedal back here in just a few minutes despite the hilly
terrain, probably faster than the speed limit here allows for.
Another thing to piss me off was that my
bike is fucked up. The gears kept clicking and slipping. Oh, to have the
address of the person who stole my beautiful Cruiser!
Other than noisy projects and faulty gears,
life is running smoothly. Not sure what we’re doing this weekend.
Except for a few days since starting the
Amberen nearly a month ago, I’ve slept well. Not sure if there’s a connection
or not or if I’m going to get another month’s supply. I have another week to
decide. But yeah, I’m sleeping so much better I barely remember my dreams
anymore.
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