Well, we got about 5 inches of snow yesterday and this morning brought us COLD. So this morning I went out to salt the vital areas, like the path to the store from the pumps, and the pump area itself. About half way to the pumps, I slid on the underlying ice and fell flat on my ass. While we need the moisture it brings, I didn’t need the ice it brought with the cold. I hurt my hands in the fall AND spilled my salt.
My more than a year old purchase of a snow plow finally saw some use. I was happy that it worked so well. For $1300, versus the $6000 the regular plow costs, my homeowner’s plow worked great and I’m pleased with the purchase. For me it was an easy buy, but I already had the front receiver to accept the plow, whereas others may have to back the plow up to use it or add a front receiver. Saved my back and kept me warm using the Jeep!
This new skin? Tori finds it easier to read than the white on black one. What say you? It’s one I downloaded when I started the blog because I liked the look, so I gave it a shot.
Christmas Eve. We are planning our Christmas Eve Soup Party again for this year. 5 p.m. to 8 p.m. stop on by if you have no plans for the 24th. Please R.S.V.P. Nina is making a very nice white bean chili this year rather than a soup. It has been a family favorite since we got the recipe from my cousin in Michigan. It’s a very mild chili, so don’t hesitate to join us because of the “heat” of local chilis.
Well, I’ve had a lot on my plate lately, so I guess it’s understandable. I just returned from Illinois. I flew this time and while I don’t miss the time behind the wheel, I’m not a fan of flying. I fly in the main cabin so it’s similar to packing 5 pounds of shit in a 3 pound can. The return trip was only half bad. I had plenty of room, being at an exit row, but I couldn’t get comfortable. Across the aisle from me was a well dressed gentleman that I struck up a conversation with. He is the chief of staff for Governor Martinez and we had many acquaintances in common. It made the flight pass faster, slightly.
Marylou. Wow. She hates her rehab center. She hates the people there. She hates the fact that she has a roommate, even though the roommate is only in the room to sleep. She wants to be transferred to Oak Park Hospital, but she is in a rehab center. She’s definitely NOT 100% mentally. Repetitive stories, forgetfulness, loosing her train of thought while talking, and just pain bitchiness. OK, that bitchiness is normal for her, but I wanted to throw it in for my enjoyment. She’s become very close to her lawyer and she stopped by on Thursday to spend some time with ML and have her sign a few papers. She also asked ML to pay for my trips back and forth on her behalf and she agreed. I now have a ML credit card. Mwuh-hahaha! I gave it to Nina already, so back off!
Marylou continued. Her medi-shit payments for this stroke and rehab ends on 2.22.13 and if she shows no significant improvements, we will be moving her here at that time. If she is showing improvements and we decide that they are big enough for her to stay there, she will stay on a month to month basis. Either way, she will end up as Shirley’s new roomy when she is finally released. When I asked her about coming to NM, it was like I lifted the weight of the world off her shoulders. We know it will be more difficult and we know that she’s an opinionated old bat, but she is family, right? HEY, she don’t hate me anymore, but I did throw away some vital papers from the past century, but in 30 or 40 years she may forgive me, right? Probably not.
Gas. Man oh man, wholesale pricing has plummeted! My cost for gas today is so low that I’d be tempted to lower my prices a bit and still make obscene profits. My price today? $2.9135/gallon. I’m impressed and curious.
Cold. Supposed to be cold this weekend and we may get some snow. While at the casino tonight I may have to lay some money down on the weather, depending on the odds.
Yesterday she was alive. Fun. Coherent. The longer she was active, it became more and more apparent that she was very close to acting bat shit crazy. I was talking to Jeannie, our head clerk, about what was going on upstairs and she told me that this sort of thing happens just before someone in Shirley’s condition dies. They become more active and lucid in an attempt to say goodbye before they die. It leaves me with a strange feeling.
ML was scheduled to be moved to Resurrection Rehab Center today, but in a matter of hours she went from accepting of the move to calling it illegal. I was going to be in Chicago this weekend to make sure she was fine and to check on other things with the lawyer and her condo, but her mood change moved that trip back. I am flying out there on Tuesday and returning home on Thursday. Her lawyer says that she will pay for the trip and my previous trip. Let’s hope she doesn’t change her mind. I will be there for the new move date and hopefully that will make things easier for her.
She’s been punchy this past week. I’ve had to talk to her about hitting and she seems to thing that it’s OK to hit. Her “daddy” does hitting play with her. Moron. We went to BK again yesterday but there were no children there at all and we left earlier than last week. We talk during these BK visits and trips and I find things out from her about what happens in Dilia. I’m not pleased and have started documenting these talks. If you don’t write it down, you can’t take it to court. If I don’t write it down, I’ll eventually forget details. CRS, it’s in my genes. Thanks Dad.
Andy’s Jeep was towed out of here today. The engine was shaking and rattling like crazy so I had it towed to the dealership again. Thankfully all the vehicles are covered by my road service contract. It’s a $100+ tow from home to the dealership. I’m hoping it’s something simple and cheap.
I was thinking of buying another car for me to drive around here locally.
What do you think? I’m gonna go look at it tomorrow or Saturday. The picture is pretty cool and I think it will be a cheap car to own. I think it’s a quirky and fun car. We’ll see. I’m pretty sure if the picture above disappears, the ad has run its course.
She’s a real trooper. Glad I married her. She’s agreed that if necessary ML will be welcome to live here with us. Good wife. Good friend.
Business is down from last year’s numbers and while I would like to see it higher, we’re still paying our bills and making $1 profit a day. According to our fearless leader and resident economic destroyer, I should be happy with that dollar. Oh well, he’s not a president for small business, but he’s sure showing us that the poor and non-taxpaying members of this country rank above people that do pay taxes. Oh well, I’m sure that when this health care shit hits the fan the economy will crumble like a house of cards. And the asshole Dems called Bush stupid. Not that my Johnson vote amounted to anything, but I now wish I had voted for that lying bastard Romney.
Yes I called the Dems assholes, but if your reading this and are a Democrat that voted for Obama, I wasn’t talking about you, just the other Democrats that happen to be assholes. 🙂 <– See the smiley face?
OK, I’ve made reservations for Chicago.
Albuquerque to Chicago
Tuesday December 4, 2012 – Friday December 7, 2012
I will be there for 2 full days to ease her into the rehab unit. They will move her there and I will follow the ambulance there. She told the social worker that they can’t move her on Thursday because it’s illegal. The social worker called the lawyer and she’ emailed me. What a pain. When the social worker called me this morning, she said ML was positive about the move. 6 hour later the move is illegal.
Nina has said that if needed, ML can move in with Shirley. Kinda surprised me. Nina’s good people.
Shirley is talking and making all sorts of sense. She’s been paying attention to what happens here it appears and remembering things. NIna says that this comes and goes, but this is the first time I’ve seen it. Clear, concise, whole sentences, good questions, and understands the answers. Just when you think you’re dealing with a person with minimal comprehension, you get your hat handed to you.
I talked to ML today and afterwards called the nursing station. She’s very depressed and wants to die. When I asked her what was wrong she told me she had a stroke. Well, duh. I asked if she had another one but that was a negative. She wants me back there right away but I told her that she’d have to wait until next month. I will be calling her lawyer on Monday to inform her of the talk we had today, or I can just email her today and just forget about it until Tuesday.
Calling her nursing station was a trick. English is not the native language of many in the health care field. I was transferred to some other location twice before reaching the proper place. Thank God for rollover minutes. The nurse I talked to told me that she is doing very well on her therapy but she’s depressed at times and when she’s depressed she won’t co-operate with the therapist. This morning she refused breakfast and demanded a banana. I had a phallic and man hating joke pop to mind immediately, but I refrained from commenting.
Anyway, the world is not all peaches and cream for ML and I will be heading there sooner than I planned. Date to be announced here and on the local news at 10:00.
I made a long drive yesterday just to get home. I left around 4:15 a.m. and got to home at 11:05 p.m. NM time. That’s a 1 hour time difference over IL. Nina and I are talking about heading back to IL on or about December 10th and returning home on the 17th. It will be a mixed trip sorta. Work during the days and fun in the evenings and then total unconsciousness at night.
I talked to Shirley today, yes she replied, and told her what I was up to the past week. I asked her simple yes and no questions and she replied quickly and clearly. She was bitchy the rest of the day.
My last day there I stopped and talked to Marylou and told her that all I did was not done out of malice but with the intent of getting her back home as soon as possible. She told me that she knows she’s not the easiest person to deal with but she does appreciate my efforts and me. After hating me for 27 years, it was kinda neat to hear that from her lips.
I opened up the pics to everyone now. Not much of a secret these days it seems. I would prefer that anyone that knows her not contact her. She is very uncomfortable with contact from others. I am amazed at the number of people that have told me that they’d like to visit her while in the hospital, almost a dozen. I asked all not to visit. I will let all know if that changes. She’s a private person and feels embarrassed by her situation. I know, she has no reason to feel embarrassed, but she is.
The drive home was actually pretty nice other than being long. Everything was just perfect on the return trip. I took I-80 to Kearney Neb. and hit the Neb. back roads for the rest of the trip. This cuts over 100 miles from the trip and ideally a couple of hours. The worst part of the drive is doing it in the dark. I managed to smoke a rabbit that was indecisive about crossing the road. She changed her mind and I felt the bump. Poor bunny.
Everyone have a great Thanksgiving tomorrow!
A DEA officer stopped at a ranch in Texas and talked with an old rancher. He told the rancher, “I need to inspect your ranch for illegally grown drugs.” The rancher said, “Okay, but don’t go in that field over there”, as he pointed out the location.
The DEA officer verbally exploded saying, “Mister, I have the authority of the Federal Government with me!”. Reaching into his rear pants pocket the arrogant officer removed his badge and proudly displayed it to the rancher. “See this fucking badge? This badge means I am allowed to go wherever I wish…. on ANY land!! No questions asked or answers given!! Have I made myself clear? Do you understand?”
A short time later, the old rancher heard loud screams, looked up, and saw the DEA officer running for his life being chased by the rancher’s big Santa Gertrudis bull. With every step the bull was gaining ground on the officer and it seemed likely that he’d sure enough get gored before he reached safety. The officer was clearly terrified. The rancher threw down his tools, ran to the fence and yelled at the top of his lungs,
“Your badge, show him your fucking BADGE!!”