As I said in the last post, John is on vacation this week. We have managed to get a few things knocked off the list of “Stuffs to Do”.
*Make a new Financial Plan.
That, right there, just makes me want to giggle when I consider how misleading the whole statement looks. But, yeah. It’s done.
*Track down and attack the person in charge of getting H a new wheelchair.
Done. It’s all shiny new and she’s got her bony ass in it right now. I was somewhat disappointed, but there was no bloodshed. The lady seemed fully cooperative and got on the ball as I indicated she needed to. The wheelchair was delivered within 24 hours of hanging up the phone with her. If only everything were that easy…
In addition to these things there were some others that never got put on the list that we did and I wish we had put them on there just so they could be crossed off. We:
*Cleaned the garage
We threw away a butt-load of old crap that was, mostly…OK, entirely Henrietta’s. She was safely ensconced inside or none of it would have gone to the curb and actually, the boxes o’crap would have spontaneously reproduced themselves and made more to clean up. This is a phenomenon particular only to H as far as I can tell. She cannot be turned loose with any amount of stuff to “Go through it and throw away the trash, Henrietta.”. The pile o’shit will grow and grow and I swear she has a wicked kind of black magic that she uses and produces more old greeting cards, plastic plants, (complete with plastic flowers), broken jewelry boxes and picture frames, (with and without torn pictures that don’t fit the frame), glued together coffee cups, moth eaten clothes that she hasn’t worn since 1958, thousands of ancient books on Catholicism, (I mean we’re talking copyrighted in the 50’s and 60’s), and an assortment of shit that defies description.
*Got John a new bluetooth that will work with his new phone.
Tomorrow we compare insurance rates and caulk the shingles. Or, rather, I should say, I will caulk the shingles. While John’s not scared of heights, it just goes without saying that any work being done on a ladder is going to be done by me. I don’t know why this is, it just is. DO NOT FEEL SORRY FOR ME. Any grocery shopping that gets done, is done by him. Well, almost all. I feel like this is a fair trade, and what I think is what’s important.
We had fajita papas tonight, (beef fajita meat with cheese, salsa, chives, sour cream, etc. piled into a baked potato), and the SIL and her guy friend were here and they stayed and ate. They were very good and I highly recommend that everyone show up at our house the next time we have them and partake. I guess I really should give a heads up when we are about to do them again. I will.
OH! Tomorrow I hope to have the garage finished, also!
Free toes, everyone!