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Well, Henrietta is sitting quietly in her wheelchair in her room. I say quietly because she isn’t crying or yelling for Gilbert to come in there or ringing the *=$#@&! bell for service.  I brought her in the dining room earlier and rolled the table to one side so I could roll her chair right up to the window and she could see the cardinals and blue jays and squirrels fighting for the food I put out on the feeder in front of the window. She greatly enjoyed this and I thought she might stay here for a while.

Nope.

She started rolling out of the room and down the hall in just a few minutes.  Oh well. It was a thought. It just seems to me the more she stays in there the worse her mind gets.

We may need an exorcism.

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I started to name this post, “Tragedy has struck” or something like that, but thought with John’s health problems of late that might not be best. Too easy to get the wrong idea before reading the post.

However, there has been a tragedy of another sort.

Remember Cecilia? Well, I was able to “fix” her. We won’t go into what I found out was the problem and how disgusting and embarrassing it was to admit. (NASTY BLACK…. GUNK. GROWING, reproducing… pooping, and doing all sorts of nasty things in the water reservoir.  I think I heard it laugh at me when I shined a light down in that black tank to see what it looked like. It had it’s own IQ, people.)

Well, I am just not down with that. The only place I am content to grow hairy things that are perfectly capable of turning into monsters that could overthrow the household is in the vegetable crisper. There’s plenty of light in the fridge and I am at lest aware of how bad it’s getting and can warn people not to even open that drawer.

Yes. That’s what I do…. Don’t you?

I think I am getting off track here. I was reminding you all of Cecilia so that you can appreciate how totally in mourning I am when I tell you that the EXPLETIVE HERE, dishwasher won’t wash. I mean, it will wash, but only with fairly cold water. Not nearly hot enough to say, remove grease. Or sanitize. And there is no heat to dry the dishes with either. It sounds to me like the heating element has gone out. Or maybe the thermostat in it is broken. Or, as some smart arse repair person pointed out to me on the phone, it’s an electronic gizmo in the computer brain of it.

I don’t know, but it is a Bosch and supposed to be a superior product dishwasher-wise. This means it costs a fortune to repair. So, until next month when we can afford it, I am washing dishes.

And drinking coffee with my best friend… Cecilia.

Or YOU if you want to come on over, I would love to have you! You don’t have to be scared of Henrietta! Well, not TOO much…

All. In. One. Paragraph.


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That Witchypoo, has got me spilling my guts in emails to her AND since she had me be an active part in her post I thought, hey, I can at least pull something together from an email I sent her.  We do a lot of chit-chatting, she and I.

I know how the following, (gulp), paragraph looks, but I really did take a breath in there somewhere.

It’s been one of those days, ya know?  Started laundry.  Folded a load of clothes from yesterday.  Kes and The Boyfriend went to get the Adirondack chairs for John for Father’s Day.  H had an early poop and was kind of freaked out about it.  Did the entire thing in her diaper before I could get her on bedpan.  It ran out the sides of diaper while I was changing her and for reasons still unknown to me, I made her bed ready last night without a chux so there was shit all over the sheet.  More laundry.  Ran out of laundry detergent.  Sat down in floor ready to put the new chairs together.  Ran out of juice in the cordless drill/screwdriver, so it’s charging. H had another U.P.  Once again, she did it all in the diaper.  That makes it harder to clean her up, but this time she didn’t have that much left.  Now she’s a bit freaked out due to two, er, make that TWO, U.P. in one day.  Convinced I gave her a laxative.  “Krissa, did you give me a laxative?”  I look pointedly confused and reply, “When would I have given you a laxative?”  “Well, did you?”  “Think about it Henrietta, when would I have given it to you?”  “Ohhhh I don’t know…”  “Well, DID I GIVE YOU ANY MEDICINE OR NOT?”  “Well…. no, just my two pills last night…”  OK, I didn’t give you a laxative!”   She is now in there repeatedly trying to pick up something off the floor with her little grabbing tool she uses and is dropping the object over and over.  I have gone over with her how to do it time and time again.  SHE. CAN. NOT. GET. IT.
Shit.  SIL just showed up and I gotta go explain what all H is talking about when she starts bitching to her.  

I probably should have titled this “Life in a normal day at chez Lopez”.
BUT!  Then the second half of my day started and I finished getting the chairs together, John and I sat outside with them pulled up to the grill while we cooked hamburgers and link sausage.
John picked the orange one.  They are VERY comfortable.

John picked the orange one. They are VERY comfortable.

PLUS,  I don’t want anyone out there to think the following event is any less important to this household simply because it didn’t get it’s very own, post blog site.
Remember Cecilia?  Well, we have suffered through with her, as her condition continued to worsen.  It was taking 45 precious minutes to make coffee while we turned her off and on 4 and 5 times waiting for the entire measly 10 cups to make.
I decided to get down to the nitty-gritty with her yesterday.  I snatched the plug outa the wall and dumped out the remaining water in the bottom of the water tank thingy and shinned a flashlight down in there.
OH. DEAR. GOD.  And I do not use that last word lightly… it was time for a prayer.  One of thanks that we hadn’t all perished with some sort of new super-plague.  Let me just say this one thing.  Slime.  I will leave it at that.
John brought me home some vinegar and I ran, well, lets just say A LOT through there, (several times), and it fixed the whole problem.  I think there was some calcium build up too and really, that’s probably what was making it not finish getting the water out.  Now our $130.00 coffee pot has redeemed herself.  Cecilia lives on.
Free toes, everybody!

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