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Would you believe me if I said that I’ve been cooking, baking, and cleaning non-stop for the past few days? No? Well, that makes you a smart little cookie, doesn’t it? If I had a gun to my head and some yo-yo telling me he’d shoot if I didn’t account for my time, I’d be a dead, domestic failure…rather than just a domestic failure. I guess I’m saying things could always be worse.
I did manage to get a few things done today. Sweeping the kitchen, breakfast area and utility room and doing my version of mopping to all of those freshly swept areas. This entails walking around with a spray bottle of one sort of cleaner or another and a handy wipe, bending over spots, squirting, wiping, and moving on to the next spot. Hey, don’t laugh. My floor is clean…er. I put things away left and right that have been slowly piling up for ages and cleaned the kitchen, and did several loads of laundry.
Got H on the bedpan not once, but two times for a grand total of two poos. This normally throws her into a tailspin. As I have discussed here before an unscheduled poo, or U. P. is a force of nature to contend with in this house. She was reciting some panicky sounding prayers the second time I put her on, but other than that she handled it well.
John worked a “close” today and will be home about 11:00 or midnight. He is enjoying his new boss and things are going smoothly so far.
Yesterday I asked him if he had chased any shoplifters through the parking lot lately and he replied, “No, I’m too fat and old for that.” To which I immediately responded, “Your not fat.” He groaned at me. Seriously though, he’s getting older everyday, but he has lost a lot of weight lately. He says he’s getting down to his “fighting weight”. heh, heh, heh.
Pop is going into the hospital next Tuesday to have a defibrillator implanted just under the skin in his chest. It is a battery operated thing that has two little wires that will be attached to his heart and if it stops beating or falters it will shock it into rhythm. I don’t know much more than that about it. Mom will ask more questions, I am sure. I am wondering how long the batteries last and what changing them entails.
I guess that is all I’ve got to report at the moment. I haven’t been doing much of anything or feeling like doing anything. Very blah. I haven’t even been Plurking. I have also been neglecting reading the blogs! And that is very bad of me, for shame and all that stuff!
I’m gonna try to get my shit together and get back here sooner! Promise. And I’ll try to have something to say.