it's been a day
2025-06-20 09:43 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
myveryown_nemesisHello, you Beautiful People!
Tonight's check-in is courtesy of a thread I posted in Bluesky around 7:00ish.
Okay. It's been a day.
My husband needed an appointment set with his primary because his cardiologist was concerned that his hemoglobin level indicated severe anemia. Appointment was set for noon.
I should have enough time to mow the back yard (a neighbor mowed the front yard for me yesterday). I start the mower, make a few laps around the perimeter, then start with the long diagonals, and I am interrupted...
...by Ted prancing around with the bounty of his hunt: a bunny. A definitely not alive bunny. I turn off the mower, tell Ted to drop his prize, and then corral him into the house.
Then I take care of the body. I apologize to the bunny for my lack of decorum, and I request that the "body bags" please cooperate.
Taking care of the body is always the worst.
I start the mower. It doesn't sound the same as before. I carry on, and make another diagonal pass, and then...
...the mower dies. Kaput. I try to restart it. Nope. I pull the cord, it glides easily, but yields no response. I check the gas, even though I filled the mower when I started. I pull the cord another three times, with the same results.
I leave the mower where it went kaput, go inside, and tell my husband what happened. The only thing I know about mowers not starting is a lack of gas or overheating, so I tell him that I will give it 10 minutes and try again.
I go back out and ask the mower to kindly start, but in silence, it says no. An emphatic no.
So I put the mower back in the shed, and declare attempts at mowing were over for today.
I inform my husband of the mower status, put a load of laundry in, make a big mess in my office while attempting to tidy up, then take a shower.
I dry my hair just in time to get my husband to his appointment 2 minutes late. I think that's a win when you have ADHD and the morning includes body removal.
His doctor reviews my husband's most recent labs (taken a week after surgery) and lets him know that while he is in the anemia zone, he is doing better than the numbers the cardiologists had (taken while my husband was in the hospital).
She takes more blood, tells us that she'll have the results Monday, and gives us some dietary and care advice (drink more water, eat more greens, get rest). He is getting the rest, and dinner will be a greens, berries, and balsamic dressing salad.
[If we ever eat dinner.]
We get home, I fail at a further cleaning attempt at cleaning my office, and decide to have a healthy-ish lunch of chicken nachos with chopped tomato and pickled jalapeños. Jóhn asks for PB&J.
I decide to take my lunch downstairs and watch a spooky movie. I ultimately decide that my movie choice (Malevolent) is lacking, and switch to a documentary on near-death experiences.
And I fall asleep.
[Remember, last night involved snaking and plunging the toilet after midnight.]
And then I wake up. It's 5 o'clock, and it's time to feed Ted. My husband and I aren't hungry. I take the clean sheets upstairs and make the bed. The rest of the lines are taking a nap on the guest room bed.
I still need to pick up my car, but I'm waiting for Jack to get home. I'm pretty sure that the cash office is open until the sales floor closes, so I should have until 8 pm to pick it up.
Worst case scenario, I get it tomorrow.
So now it's 6:55 and the only thing that I've completed from start to finish was to take my husband to the doctor's and remember to bring him home again.
[I also need to pick up medications for him, and there was something else that I've forgotten.]
Maybe I can complete SOMETHING before bedtime.
Dinner ended up being a beautifully mixed greens salad with blueberries, raspberries, grapes, pecans, feta cheese, and balsamic vinaigrette. My husband had PB&J again, but only ate half of his sandwich. I'll be picking up the car and the meds tomorrow morning, and as soon as I get this posted, I'll be going to bed.
I feel secure in my sobriety, okay with my eating choices, and continuing to do the daily work necessary to avoid reckless spending.
I hope you found something beautiful in your life today, and as always, thank you for being here.
Tonight's check-in is courtesy of a thread I posted in Bluesky around 7:00ish.
Okay. It's been a day.
My husband needed an appointment set with his primary because his cardiologist was concerned that his hemoglobin level indicated severe anemia. Appointment was set for noon.
I should have enough time to mow the back yard (a neighbor mowed the front yard for me yesterday). I start the mower, make a few laps around the perimeter, then start with the long diagonals, and I am interrupted...
...by Ted prancing around with the bounty of his hunt: a bunny. A definitely not alive bunny. I turn off the mower, tell Ted to drop his prize, and then corral him into the house.
Then I take care of the body. I apologize to the bunny for my lack of decorum, and I request that the "body bags" please cooperate.
Taking care of the body is always the worst.
I start the mower. It doesn't sound the same as before. I carry on, and make another diagonal pass, and then...
...the mower dies. Kaput. I try to restart it. Nope. I pull the cord, it glides easily, but yields no response. I check the gas, even though I filled the mower when I started. I pull the cord another three times, with the same results.
I leave the mower where it went kaput, go inside, and tell my husband what happened. The only thing I know about mowers not starting is a lack of gas or overheating, so I tell him that I will give it 10 minutes and try again.
I go back out and ask the mower to kindly start, but in silence, it says no. An emphatic no.
So I put the mower back in the shed, and declare attempts at mowing were over for today.
I inform my husband of the mower status, put a load of laundry in, make a big mess in my office while attempting to tidy up, then take a shower.
I dry my hair just in time to get my husband to his appointment 2 minutes late. I think that's a win when you have ADHD and the morning includes body removal.
His doctor reviews my husband's most recent labs (taken a week after surgery) and lets him know that while he is in the anemia zone, he is doing better than the numbers the cardiologists had (taken while my husband was in the hospital).
She takes more blood, tells us that she'll have the results Monday, and gives us some dietary and care advice (drink more water, eat more greens, get rest). He is getting the rest, and dinner will be a greens, berries, and balsamic dressing salad.
[If we ever eat dinner.]
We get home, I fail at a further cleaning attempt at cleaning my office, and decide to have a healthy-ish lunch of chicken nachos with chopped tomato and pickled jalapeños. Jóhn asks for PB&J.
I decide to take my lunch downstairs and watch a spooky movie. I ultimately decide that my movie choice (Malevolent) is lacking, and switch to a documentary on near-death experiences.
And I fall asleep.
[Remember, last night involved snaking and plunging the toilet after midnight.]
And then I wake up. It's 5 o'clock, and it's time to feed Ted. My husband and I aren't hungry. I take the clean sheets upstairs and make the bed. The rest of the lines are taking a nap on the guest room bed.
I still need to pick up my car, but I'm waiting for Jack to get home. I'm pretty sure that the cash office is open until the sales floor closes, so I should have until 8 pm to pick it up.
Worst case scenario, I get it tomorrow.
So now it's 6:55 and the only thing that I've completed from start to finish was to take my husband to the doctor's and remember to bring him home again.
[I also need to pick up medications for him, and there was something else that I've forgotten.]
Maybe I can complete SOMETHING before bedtime.
Dinner ended up being a beautifully mixed greens salad with blueberries, raspberries, grapes, pecans, feta cheese, and balsamic vinaigrette. My husband had PB&J again, but only ate half of his sandwich. I'll be picking up the car and the meds tomorrow morning, and as soon as I get this posted, I'll be going to bed.
I feel secure in my sobriety, okay with my eating choices, and continuing to do the daily work necessary to avoid reckless spending.
I hope you found something beautiful in your life today, and as always, thank you for being here.
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Date: 2025-06-21 01:29 pm (UTC)I also hate the body disposal when my dogs catch something and don't eat it. I'm like, "You're a CARNIVORE! Eat your kill!" And especially when it's so damned hot out and if you put said body in your trash, no matter how well wrapped it is -- it's gonna stink until trash day. That's why I often ended up with bags of dead whatever in my chest freezer. *ick*
The only dog I had that ate his kill was Navarre. He was so proud of catching the rabbit, and once I showed him how to pull the fur out -- he was ON IT.
As for the mower -- I've had that problem when the mower gets heated up. It doesn't want to start until after it's cooled down. So, I leave my mower running if I have to walk away for a moment. I use a clamp to keep the handle on.
Well, I don't anymore... I gave the mower away to my friend in exchange for his assistance with things. He'll come mow for me if I need him to. :)
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Date: 2025-06-21 07:41 pm (UTC)I don't encourage Ted to eat his kills (it usually doesn't happen very often) because he likes day hunting, and there are families with little girls on either side of us. I would prefer if he didn't hunt at all. I suspect that if he had never had his time as a stray, he wouldn't be a hunter. He mostly plays with the bodies. And likes chewing on the feet.
It's gross.