Well Norbert is back from the vet and our household is about $1400.00 lighter. It cleared out my bank account almost. No worries. We have food in the house though right now my husband is trying to open a can of beans and can’t do it because the can opener is fucked. Why can’t they make things like the used to? You grabbed a can opener and a can and you opened it. Now they don’t work. This is the third one we have had in year and I can’t get any of them to work. Or maybe it is me. Maybe I figured out how can openers work when I was 5 and for some mysterious reason I can’t do it anymore.
On Wednesday I (finally!) have an appointment at the pain clinic. It only took about 2 years. It didn’t take that long because of Universal Healthcare. It took that long because nobody would listen to me and just kept telling me it’s a soft tissue injury and that it will get better. It took a new doctor who told me outright that she has no idea what was going on and how about you go see Dr. Blackfork. (Not his real name but close.) So I see him Wednesday.
Today I did just a teeny bit in the garden. Pulled about 9000 feet of invasive ivy. Now my arms are all scratched to shit. I’m probably going to get lockjaw.
I am not in a good mood today. Did you figure that out?
Work was fine today. The weather has been beyond glorious. So sunny but not too hot. Blooms are everywhere. This is my azalea. I have also planted red sunflowers, cosmos, gladiolus, lavender and other stuff I cant remember the name of. The other day I mowed the lawn but felt bad for mowing down the buttercups with their happy little faces nodding at the sun. So I left them. Now the lawn is half cut and half buttercups. It’s the backyard so no neighbors to look down on my raggedy lawn. I love the buttercups.
I think it is time to switch over from flannel to cotton bedsheets. I have already stopped wearing flannel pyjamas and replaced them with cotton nighties. Lord, what a sight that is. It’s not pretty, let me tell you. Things sagging everywhere that were once so high and perky.
Why am I telling you any of this? I need to get out more. But getting out is one of the things I like the least. I like being home and having an uneventful life. I like not having chaos. At the moment all I can hear is birds chirping and the swish of cars going by a few blocks over.
And with that, I am going to go clean stuff.