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Looks the house will be mine; we agreed on a price and the closing date is scheduled. Just waiting on the survey and the appraisal for the bank. I think it will be a good place for me but I'm completely overwhelmed by packing up and fixing up this old house to get it on the market. I just can't work like I used to. Started the cutting in on the upstairs hallway after work today and it was pretty miserable the way both hands cramped up so quickly. And my mudding work isn't the best, my shoulders hurt too much and the hawk felt so heavy. I feel old and useless.
We lost my Dad after a very difficult time of dementia not long ago. Now my Mom is having cognitive and behavioral changes that make it hard to get along with her and make me fear I'll lose her soon too. (It's not the loss of my Dad that's affecting her, they divorced long ago. It's more I think a reaction to the drugs from getting her knee replaced.)
I've been inviting friends to come raid my garden. Tomatoes and cukes and peppers coming in and I have absolutely no time to preserve anything. But I have been living on tomato sandwiches, which is good.
Weather has been fine here, but I haven't been able to open the windows and enjoy it, the tankers of death have been going by every ten mintues, 14 hours a day, since Monday morning. They covered two fields to the north of me and another few hundred acres to the south. If it was just manure, it wouldn't be a problem. But this is concentrated toxic sludge from the huge dairies, full of drugs and smelling of sick cows. The stench got so bad last night it woke me from a sound sleep and I had to get up and close all the windows and turn the AC on, even though it was in the 60s. I'm really looking forward to moving.
We lost my Dad after a very difficult time of dementia not long ago. Now my Mom is having cognitive and behavioral changes that make it hard to get along with her and make me fear I'll lose her soon too. (It's not the loss of my Dad that's affecting her, they divorced long ago. It's more I think a reaction to the drugs from getting her knee replaced.)
I've been inviting friends to come raid my garden. Tomatoes and cukes and peppers coming in and I have absolutely no time to preserve anything. But I have been living on tomato sandwiches, which is good.
Weather has been fine here, but I haven't been able to open the windows and enjoy it, the tankers of death have been going by every ten mintues, 14 hours a day, since Monday morning. They covered two fields to the north of me and another few hundred acres to the south. If it was just manure, it wouldn't be a problem. But this is concentrated toxic sludge from the huge dairies, full of drugs and smelling of sick cows. The stench got so bad last night it woke me from a sound sleep and I had to get up and close all the windows and turn the AC on, even though it was in the 60s. I'm really looking forward to moving.