September 17 through 19
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chochiyo_samaIt was a crisp, cool fall day. Quiet. Not much happening around here. Yesterday, Arlene said his crew might be here today to work on the siding, but they did not show up. Larry, the Schwan’s man, delivered the stuff I ordered from him around 11 a.m. Ross from Lerberg’s delivered my groceries. I got all of the stuff wiped down and/or put away. I am trying to clean out my freezers. I had two bags of frozen cookie dough, so I decided to bake them. One was 3 dozen chocolate chip cookies and one was 3 dozen oatmeal raisin cookies, so I baked them all. I cleared off enough counter space to lay down paper towel to set the cookies on to cool.
I also put my bags of potatoes and onions into the bowls I keep them in and set out a paper plate to hold the pears and plums I bought from Lerbergs. They look pretty sitting on the counter. I cleaned the litterboxes and took a heavy, stinky bag of garbage out to the bin.
I called my mortgage company and left a message for Joel, the guy I talked to yesterday, that I have decided to go ahead and refinance the house and include the cost of the siding and deck into the new mortgage. The interest rate is significantly lower, and my monthly bill will actually be LESS with the refinancing than it is currently. Now, I am paying a little over $700 per month, but with the new financing, it will be $699. Can’t really go wrong there.
Now I am considering putting the bath tub and the stair chair onto the refinance too. I need to do some further research first.
Speaking of research, I continue to struggle with the state of chaos my house is in. At some point, I vaguely began to remember the “Fly Lady” philosophy of cleaning the house that I had looked into several years ago while I was still teaching and living in West Concord. I decided I would look into it again, and I spent a couple of hours tonight watching YouTube videos by people following the Fly Lady philosophy and visiting the Fly Lady site online. I took a few pages of notes. If I decided to buy into this program (it doesn’t cost anything unless you want to buy her charts and books and stuff. All the main information is available online), I would modify it heavily to meet my own needs.
After I process the information a bit more and modify it for my own needs, I may make a post or two about it. I am tired of living in clutter and chaos.
In other news, Joni has found a good home for one of the ten puppies. Little Joker has a new momma and, so far anyhow, seems happy in his new home. I have no idea what they sold him for, but I am pretty sure it is not the $1,500 Jeff envisioned getting for each of the dogs. I’m just glad he’s got a good home. I am worried what is going to happen to all those adorable little pups.
Saturday, September 18
Another lovely, sunny, fall-like day. The trees across the street are rapidly turning. It started all at once last week, and a couple of the trees went from a random yellow leaf or two to more than half of the tree bursting into yellow. It has been a pretty dry summer, so the colors will most likely be very intense this fall. Fall is my favorite season. I love the cool, crisp air and the way everything smells so spicy and clean in the fall. Spring is my second favorite season. When all the dirty snow melts and the green grass takes over and the early flowers begin to bloom. Summer is too hot and winter is too cold. LOL.
I have been fretting about the return of the trump cult to the Capitol, so I watched the news channels obsessively early today—but it appears that either the trump influence is dying out (as it should after the bastard incited those lunatics to attack the Capitol and the people in it) or the paranoid delusional cultists convinced themselves that it was an FBI trap to lure them back to the Capitol so they could arrest them for their earlier attack. At any rate, it was a lackluster event sparsely attended by dazed looking losers. I think there were more reporters there than protestors.
I hope all these pathetic people come to their senses soon. When they do, they will hate trump for taking such advantage of them—IF they are smart enough to figure it out. I am not holding out a ton of hope for their intelligence.
In the afternoon, Tammy, Sadie, and Mom stopped in. Tammy brought me a small bowl of the cabbage soup she had made with a new recipe. I have not eaten it yet. They had gone to El Tequila for lunch and then to Joni’s house to see her and play with the puppies. Sadie showed me a darling video of the puppies mauling her as she lay on the ground, covered in puppies. They are so dang cute. Wish I was young and able to have one or two.
I gave them some of the scrapbooks Lily gave me which were made by our grandmother. Tammy was delighted to get them. She pulled my recycling bin back to the house for me, for which I am thankful. When they left, I bagged up more random garbage and recycling and hauled it to the breezeway. I didn’t get it hauled outside yet, maybe tomorrow.
I watched some TV in the evening. I don’t really remember everything I watched. One movie was called Ghost World which was vaguely depressing. It was about two recently graduated high school girls whose main form of entertainment was harassing random people and pulling fairly cruel pranks on them. One of their victims was played by Steve Buscemi, a lonely loser obsessed with old Jazz records. One of the girls decided to befriend him, help him find a girl friend, and then become jealous when her relationship with him became less important to him, and sleep with him. Weird, since he was probably close to twice her age, so it had a serious “ick” factor to it—even though she was the aggressor. I think that made it even more ICK for me than if he had been the one who pursued her. It perpetuates the myth that young girls “ask for it.” So, Ick.
Sunday, September 19
I woke up and immediately went to work on my morning routine—read my devotional book, tested my blood, laid out my pills, and filled the pill caddy. I had the pills and test strips that had been delivered last week in a drawer, so I transferred them into the tote where I keep all my pills.
Peaches wanted to spend the entire morning sleeping on a pillow in my lap, but I had to get to the computer as I was due to attend my Zoom meeting with DeAnn. We really did not discuss the Artist’s Way book at all. That’s actually a good thing as I did not read the chapter at all. Nor did I think about it at all this last week. I had too many other things to think about—between the recent deaths of Mary and Don and the Covid infection and hospitalization of Paul who, I am certain, will not survive it without serious divine intervention, the home improvements (or lack thereof, since nothing was done on the house last week), and my emotional and psychological investment in the possible adoption of and commitment to the Fly Lady program—I just did not have the spare brainpower to think about the book. Luckily, the stuff we did talk about did hit on some of the topics that were included in the book—clarifying goals, simplifying our lives, getting rid of “clutter” (both physical and psychological), and dealing with issues rather than letting them fester. Also, stepping forward to go after the things you want NOW rather than putting them off for “someday.”
At any rate, we had a good session. I don’t know how we got on to the topic of celebrity deaths, but I remarked that I had only felt bad enough to cry for two celebrities who died. One was Leonard Nimoy—but to be fair, I heard about his death on the radio while I was driving my precious Tyger Lily to the vet to be put to sleep, so I was already in a state of profound grief and hearing that Leonard Nimoy had died was just one ounce too much. Also, he was more than just Mr. Spock to me. I had read all his books, and that made me feel like I “knew” HIM. He was a very complex, deep, and good man. The other was Roy Rogers, who was my childhood hero. I had a pretty shitty childhood with a very abusive and disturbed father, so, for as far back as I can remember in my childhood, I would pretend that Roy was my dad and that he loved me and protected me and took care of me. So, when I heard the news that he had died, it was a little bit as if my loss was real and personal. I had also read a lot of books by his wife and son, so he was more than just a cowboy movie star to me.
I started telling her about the various tragedies in his life—how his first wife died in childbirth, his adopted daughter had died in a school bus crash when she was just a little girl, how his adopted son had died of alcohol poisoning in the army when his buddies had encouraged him to drink and drink and drink till he passed out. He was mildly mentally handicapped and was excessively into pleasing people so they would like him, so he drank everything they gave him and died in his sleep. Then, the death of little Robin, the only child he and his wife Dale had together. She was a Down’s Syndrome baby who died around the age of two. She had under developed lungs and other issues. I don’t know if my blood sugar was low or what, but suddenly, I was just overwhelmed with grief and started crying—I guess it was because little Robin’s death reminded me so much of the death of my sweet little Kaylee—my niece who was so terribly handicapped yet was the sweetest and most precious little creature on this earth. She suffered so much, yet she was never angry or mean or hateful in any way. She was always so glad to see everyone and so willing to snuggle up and give and receive love. She lived in constant pain, yet she was so sweet. I miss her.
And now I am crying over her again.
After our session, I watched some TV while going through some stuff, surfing the net, watching some YouTube videos, and just thinking about the direction I want to go in my life and how to get there.
I watched the movie San Andreas with the ever beautiful DeWayne Johnson and when that was over, I watched the last two week’s episodes of The Walking Dead and the new episode and, after that, the new episode of Talking Dead. I enjoyed watching Judith channel her real dad (Shane) when she held a knife to an older boy’s throat after he insulted her mother figure Michonne and invited him to “say it again” with the coldest look in her eye and the calmest, coldest vocal delivery ever. The kind of delivery that implies that she could gut him like a fish without a thought. That little actress has a future! She cannot be more than 10.
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Date: 2021-09-20 09:37 pm (UTC)Is this a 30 year loan, 20 year loan or 15? The interest is lower on a 20 year but the monthly payments would be higher. Last time I refinanced I did a 20 year.
Congrats little Joker found a good home. Hopefully for about $200. He should advertise them at about $300, then be willing to take $150. It would be a plus if he could tell people they were already house trained and even leash trained. But that would entail WORK, actually training them. If they don't hurry they are going to have to keep the females and males separate or they will end up with another litter of puppies through incest.
I've been watching Steve Buschemi and Daniel Radcliffe in Miracle Workers. Third season just ended. It's on TBS but you can catch the first two seasons on HBO. Every season it is the same cast but in a different "time period". The first they were all angels working for God. Buschemi was God. The second season it was medieval times. This last one was a wagon train heading west to Oregon. Radcliffe was a preacher and Buschemi was an outlaw. It's pretty funny stuff. You can catch the third season on the TBS app.
Now I'm watching What we do in the Shadows and Only Murders in the Building on HULU.
I am interested in your version of The Fly Lady organization as my house is also in dire need of purging and organizing. I am simply a very bad housekeeper and my medical issues haven't helped me either.
I went to the Roy Rogers Museum up by Victorville for a few years in a row. Anthony DeLongis and the sharp shooters used to do the yearly competitions up there. Roy's son or grandson was there with his group and they do a song or two. Then they moved the museum to Missouri and eventually closed it and sold off all of the memorabilia. Such a shame. And the SASS group now have their competitions in Arizona or Texas or someplace so there's no reason to drive up there. Too bad as everyone used to dress up like cowboys from the late 1800s and there were vendors with all sorts of old west stuff. It was a fun day. They never should have moved the museum. But I guess Roy, Dale and Trigger were from another time. I remember them but I'm in my 60s. I expect paying visitors were just dwindling. Still, it was a Hollywood thing. Moving it all to Missouri was just stupid. I think it was Roy Rodgers birthplace, but still, a dumb move that basically killed it all. And now everything in the museum is sold off an scattered to the winds.