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Wait, it's not a weekday
Jan. 5th, 2025 11:16My sister's post ended with a sentence indicating that she there are things she can not do because it is not a weekday. As if that was an easy thing to figure out.
It is the garbage that throws me off. And the schools being closed.
Two weeks in a row they pick up garbage two days late. I don't care if they have a good reason. Garbage and the Ranch and Pickleball are the tripod legs of my chronological support system. If one of those is out my system wobbles and is in danger of making me take the wrong day's pills. No matter that every day's pills are the same, taking Monday's pills on Sunday can easily lead to all kinds of personal disasters.
Other than that it is a lovely day here. Sorry the rest of the country is sucking winter. You get to laugh at us in July, August, September..... etc. It is just over 70 and sunny and breezy. No nuttin' to do today. No pickleball. I did that yesterday. No Ranch, no garbage cans to take in.
I'm about to take the dogs around the block. It is the longest walk that Zoe can do now days. She's limping a lot. We both have arthritis and she could have had her shoulder replace long ago. So we just go around the block. It doesn't take long but she demands it. We repeat sometimes in the evening when she gets something called 'sundowners', a cognitive condition that presents as anxiety panting and pacing around the house. I've found that if we go for walk around the block she's fine. That is actually kind of nice. It is dark, not too much street lighting. I take her off leash and she stays close, frequently checking me since she can't hear. And we do well together. We've had a lot of practice.
Zoe is nearly always in the same room as me now days. She wants to be near me. Not next to me. Not touching. But lying close by. She sleeps really well since sounds don't get through so I'll frequently leave her asleep when I change rooms. She'll eventually wake up and come find me and lie back down close by.
We're all getting old together.
Two weeks in a row they pick up garbage two days late. I don't care if they have a good reason. Garbage and the Ranch and Pickleball are the tripod legs of my chronological support system. If one of those is out my system wobbles and is in danger of making me take the wrong day's pills. No matter that every day's pills are the same, taking Monday's pills on Sunday can easily lead to all kinds of personal disasters.
Other than that it is a lovely day here. Sorry the rest of the country is sucking winter. You get to laugh at us in July, August, September..... etc. It is just over 70 and sunny and breezy. No nuttin' to do today. No pickleball. I did that yesterday. No Ranch, no garbage cans to take in.
I'm about to take the dogs around the block. It is the longest walk that Zoe can do now days. She's limping a lot. We both have arthritis and she could have had her shoulder replace long ago. So we just go around the block. It doesn't take long but she demands it. We repeat sometimes in the evening when she gets something called 'sundowners', a cognitive condition that presents as anxiety panting and pacing around the house. I've found that if we go for walk around the block she's fine. That is actually kind of nice. It is dark, not too much street lighting. I take her off leash and she stays close, frequently checking me since she can't hear. And we do well together. We've had a lot of practice.
Zoe is nearly always in the same room as me now days. She wants to be near me. Not next to me. Not touching. But lying close by. She sleeps really well since sounds don't get through so I'll frequently leave her asleep when I change rooms. She'll eventually wake up and come find me and lie back down close by.
We're all getting old together.
The big news was that our electric toothbrush, an Oral B, died. I think it was ten or twelve years old. I got the exact same version and it came yesterday. Not even expensive. Post Christmas sale. The new one is more vigorous that the previous version. Fine. We'll settle in, I'm sure. Of course, the 20 or so brushes I bought a month or so ago do not fit the new one.
Well, time to wake up Zoe and go for our walk.