Adventures in ordering groceries


Hello all, hope you are well. Husband and I still have the siege.

He approached me today and asked me to have groceries delivered. Um… The only place that delivers in our community is the one that is higher than a cats arse in prices. They screw up orders and etc…

So, we are having groceries delivered. Per tradition, he kept interrupting me when I was trying to make the order. Per tradition, I threw in 3 things of asshole tax, because he kept bugging me.

I figured if this virus is going to kick my butt, I better be happy while it is doing so. I added black olives, braunschweiger and pnp loaf to the order. Screw it.

So, I ended up making the order, and called the store immediately. The individual that answered the phone wanted to cancel our order when I said that we need it to be contactless as we have the virus. I yelled. I said, “NO!” I didn’t swear.

She passed me on to the person in charge of online ordering, and I explained that the delivery has to be contactless, and why. We are selfish and don’t want people to get sick.

So, we will see what happens. In the meantime, I’m tuckered, rice is gourmet right now. I’m going back to bed.

We will see what tomorrow brings. I need another cup of tea after this. Sighs. -L

Another cold or is it


Morning all, it’s a lovely crisp fall day here. The fellas are having a moment. Young Master Duke is sitting next to my husband, who is not so subtly giving him treats from his plate. At least he was the last time I went past to get this cuppa.

A couple of days ago, I started coming down with what I thought was a cold. The sinus, stuffy nasty ick was the hint, or so I thought. So, I spent a day or two recovering, but I didn’t notice that my symptoms would get worse after drinking from my jug.

I keep a jug of water with a straw at the desk. I’m not alone in this practise, and I rinse it regularly. When I opened it to refill today, I realized that I don’t have a cold at all.

It had mold in it, under the rim, and on the straw. I’ve been allergic to mold for over 20 years now. The jug is currently in the dishwasher, waiting for the load to be done.

Please, my friends, check your water containers. Wash them frequently. I know that by tomorrow, my symptoms will be gone.

Take care my friends, please. -L

Owie


Morning all, I have rested, and am alive. Young Master Duke is angling to go outside, and yet I want to write to you lovely folks first.

Physical therapy is ongoing. Yes, it is rotator cuff injury, that is compounded because it is the 2nd time on this shoulder. There is a pinched whatsit as well. Sigh. I now have an amazon cart full of strange toys like a tens machine, and an many batteries and pads.

Do I need those specific items? Hmm. Not really. However, I may as well get them and see if my quality of life improves.

Meanwhile, I have a pupper who wants to go potty, and I am going to sit out with him and have a smoke or two. I’m quite whiny. I’m going to grab a paperback and bring it along for the ride.

Take care my friends. Hugs.

He did the dishes and made coffee


Morning all, I am gobsmacked. I woke up to Young Master Duke snuggling me, but his fur was damp. I knew immediately that my beloved had let him out. It’s been raining overnight, and Duke was dry when I laid down.

I grabbed my speaker and cell phone, and headed to the necessary. I luxuriated in a shower, and really enjoyed it. I smell like powders, and a little perfume. Heck I splurged. I put on my favorite dress. Note: This is also my only garment that shows cleavage. I wear it with a shawl when I go out. I wanted to feel female.

On entering the kitchen for the morning cup, I saw a note on the dishwasher. Um, he had done dishes. Who is this man? To do a load of laundry, means he had to roll the loaded machine over and hook it up to the sink.

I did let Duke out to go potty while I boiled water for my tea. He also made coffee for me. Um… wow. He couldn’t fill the machine yesterday. I was flummoxed, and grateful.

He is my Shuggie lump, and I know for a fact that he did way too much, but I am so proud of him. I love him.

Take care, please, my friends. Take care. -L

Not enough coffee


Morning all. The Mister is demanding again this morning. It’s part and parcel of the whole marriage thing. Young Master Duke is on the edge of my bed, wanting attention. Shortly, I’m going to crawl in with him and catch a nappage.

I’m still working on the loom knit thingamie in between helping the hubs. I have no clue what it is, other than a comfort in stress.

This morning, I woke, grabbed his urinal and headed to the necessary myself. I could tell he was doing some more for himself while I slept, which was a good thing.

Last night, getting him in and out of bed, I did an oh sheet and I’m going to be hurting again for awhile. The good news, I start PT next week. The bad news? Sighs. He knows that when I help him, I’m going to be in severe pain for a few hours. We can’t get home health aide people. It’s what it is.

Meanwhile, he was a bit demanding this morning, and I went and sat down for awhile. I’m still here, at the desk. I’ve made sure he has tea, and his urinal. I’ve checked on him, and he has snacks. I even gave him a good morning happy banana (they are still fowl evil things.)

We will be okay. It’s just going to take time.

!Hugs my friends, take care, I love you. -L