December 26 through 28

Sunday, December 26

I woke up at 6 am.  My alarm went off to remind me to call Lily since she didn’t know how to set her phone alarm.  I did not sleep well at Mom’s.  Part of the reason was Mojo’s constant pestering, but mostly, it was the uncomfortable bed I sleep in at Mom’s house.  I did enjoy some of Mojo’s snuggling.  Not the biting nor the attacking of my feet, but the purring and head butting were pleasant.

After calling Lily, I got dressed and dragged my stuff into the kitchen where I bagged up some ham, meatballs, buns, and a slice each of cherry cheesecake and pumpkin pie.  I would have liked to take a little bowl of calico beans since I didn’t get any for dinner yesterday, but there was not much left and I did not want to deprive Mom. 

My knees and shoulders were very painful this morning.  I was not sure I could make it to my car which was parked outside.  I had my heavy purse and a big bag to carry out, and it is very hard for me to get out the door to the garage and down the steps.  I waited until Mom went to church, then screwed up my courage and went to the car.  I felt like I barely made it. 

I did not see how I could possibly get everything into the house on my own, so I called Jack’s house to see if I could pick up one of his kids, have them carry my crap in, and run them home again.  He said they were showering and getting ready for the Loken side’s Christmas celebration today, but he would run over and carry the stuff in for me.  I told him to give me a couple minutes as I was sitting in mom’s driveway at the moment. 

On the way home, I stopped at my mailbox and got my mail—there was quite a bit of it—and dropped my three bills and my Christmas card for my nephew Matt who lives in Austin, Texas, in the mail box.  I was able to carry in my big bag of food/mail/etc, but left the purse, big package of toilet paper, and big, heavy bag of Christmas stuff in the car for Jack. 

Before he arrived, I had time to clean the litter boxes and put most of the leftovers in the fridge.  Jack carried in my stuff and put it in the living room near my recliner.  We chatted very briefly.  I would have liked to ask him to carry the Christmas tree I bought but never put up to the basement and to take out my garbage and recycling, but I didn’t want to burden him further when his in-laws were due any minute. 

After he left, I took my meds and held my little lonely Peach after giving her soft food and filling her crunchy food bowls.  Since I didn’t sleep well last night, I took about a two hour nap in my recliner. When I woke up, I called Lily to see if they got on their way to Texas.  She said they were already through Illinois and were making good time.  We didn’t talk long.  I was glad that she did not have to spend another day with Roger’s horrific bitch wife.  She said they were planning to stay overnight in a hotel in Little Rock.  Then they’d get to New Braunfels in Texas tomorrow late afternoon.

In the evening, I watched Yellowstone and 1883.  Normally I would watch The Walking Dead, but it is currently on hiatus.  I don’t enjoy Fear the Walking Dead or The Walking Dead: World Beyond much.  I don’t like any of the characters. Especially now that they have killed off John Dorie’s character and set off a series of nuclear missiles in Fear.  I never did like anything about World Beyond. 

So much for Christmas 2021.  It is officially over.

DeAnn and I did not Zoom today—she had family commitments.

 

Monday, December 27

I filled my pill caddy this morning then gathered my bedroom and bathroom garbage, gathered my dirty laundry, sorted it, and started washing it.  Then I unboxed my new Disen vacuum cleaner which has been sitting unopened in my living room for weeks.  After liberating all of the pieces, I stared at it hopelessly for several minutes, gave up, and moved the pieces to the couch where they will stay for the foreseeable future in hopes that someone with more patience than me will stop by, have mercy on me, and assemble it for me.  I then bagged up a bunch of recycling and went through my Christmas gifts and put them away. 

I took a break to drink some of the Southern Comfort Egg Nog Lily had picked up for me—it was delicious—and warmed up some of the leftover ribs for my lunch.  I wiped down a 6-pack of Diet Coke and restocked my little fridge.  I watched some random TV shows and messed around on my computer.  That’s about it.  Everywhere I look, I see stuff that needs to be dealt with, and it exhausts me.  I really wish I had the stamina to get everything clean and orderly before the new year begins, but that will not happen.  Sigh.

 

Tuesday, December 28

The predicted snow came.  I suppose we had between 2-4 inches through the night and morning.  Sequoia came after 1 pm and cleaned out the driveway, patio, steps, and deck.  They are dependable and do a good job. 

I had not intended to take a shower this morning, but I felt crusty and stinky, so I did anyway.  Afterwards, I finished the laundry, folding the last load in the dryer and washing my blanket, the prayer shawl Lily’s church gave me when I was in the hospital, and a towel.  That’s all in the dryer now.  I spent a good share of the day catching up with my Dreamwidth journal, but I just ran out of steam before I could do these last three days, so I left them for tomorrow.  My goal for the New Year is to do these journal entries daily.  That is a recycled goal that I have had for many years.  Yet, I still seem to fall behind.  Maybe 2022 will be the magical year where it works.

Remarkably, my knees and shoulders were less painful today, allowing me to make a little more progress on tidying up the place.  I so want to live in a clean and organized environment.

I had a pretty quiet day.  I watched some random stuff on TV, including a movie called When Winter Comes (or something like that).  It had a very young Bette Davis in it.  It was set in WW2 England.  I missed the first 20-30 minutes of it, so I lost some of the background.  It was mainly about this very altruistic and kind-hearted man who was in love with a woman who married someone else.  Although he carried the torch for her, he married Bette Davis who was kind of a social climbing bitch who was offended that he talked to the servants as if they were equals and valued their opinions.  She was very jealous and bad mouthed everyone except her little circle of equally vicious social climbers.  I hope it will be on again.  I’d like to see the whole thing.

I had a dream last night that I was visiting people that I knew in the dream, but they do not exist in my real life.  There was a chubby woman, an adorable chubby little baby who was her grandson, her husband who was a tall, whiskery dude, and her adult son who looked familiar to me but I did not know him.  He actually looked a little bit like the actor who played Almanzo Wilder on the Little House on the Prairie TV show from many years ago.  Only vaguely—not totally.  He looked like he was around 30 years old.  He and his dad were outside working on a big truck.  It seemed that they were either truckers or farmers.  Their house was in the country. 

I had the feeling that his mother did not like me much.  I was playing with the baby who seemed to be around 8 months old, feeding him pudding.  He was as cute as could be.  I kept making him laugh.  The baby’s mother was either dead or just not a part of the family.  The baby’s father and I were good friends, apparently, because when he came inside, he immediately grabbed me and hugged me tightly. 

I don’t remember what we said to each other, but we were laughing and chatting.  In the dream, I was much younger than I really am too—probably in my 30s also.  In the dream, I was filled with affection for this young man—he was tall and broad shouldered and rather slim.  His mother kept glaring at me like she did not approve of our friendship.  His dad came in then and was talking to all of us.

Suddenly, my male friend grabbed me around the waist and kissed me right on the mouth.  I was shocked as we were not “in love,” though I did “love” him.  Then he went down on one knee and asked me to marry him.  I was totally gobsmacked and didn’t say anything. 

His mother started yapping at him to get up.  All the while, I was thinking, “What??  Well….I DO love him—I am not IN LOVE with him, but he is sweet and kind and he loves me. Also, I love that baby, and this would be my opportunity to be a mom.”  He was looking up at me with such hope and affection in his eyes.  I made up my mind to say yes.  Then there was a lot of hugging and kissing and his mom was pissed, telling him he could do better.  LOL. 

Then the dream sort of petered out.

I have no idea where that dream came from.  There are no single men with babies longing for my sweet love.  At least not that I know of.  He was no one I knew in real life.  He was at least a foot taller than I am.  But it was a nice dream.  I haven’t been held in the arms of a nice man and been kissed in years.  LOL.

Not much else of interest going on today.  I felt good about the progress I made.