Grandmother to 13 now...Getting back into life after losing the love of my life to cancer. Read my struggles with daily life........or don't. But I hope it helps ONE person get thru the same thing I went thru......
Don’t look at the Gawd Awful hair. Look at the wall behind me. Please.
This is what I have been doing for the last couple of days. I’ve also learned to stop when I am tired or frustrated and just wait till I can work on it and not feel like I want to break something. This wall needs washed then I’ll be repainting the room. It hasn’t been painted in almost 16 years and it’s showing wear and tear. First I have a couple of drywall pieces I need to fix first. The two doors to the right in the photo below I am HOPING to have as my shower wall/door. Just need to get the son up there to finish this room up. I want to paint. I must be ill.
I moved most of my jewelry into my free standing upright jewelry case. You know the place. Where they BELONG? I just have a few earrings and bracelets left in the bathroom. And they are now out of range of the hair spray. Sheesh.
So little by little, things are getting done, finished, sorted and thrown away. My fear is I am gonna like my house more than I do and not want to leave. LOL ….. *whimpers softly in the corner*
….how to do things. When I was first married, my ex was on the road all week. I learned how to do the things he was never home to do. Now I’m remembering how to do things. Last night, I decided to get rid of the brass and glass shelves I had in my bathroom and installed this one. Oil rubbed bronze to match my faucets.
I drilled the holes, inserted the anchors without them buckling (yay me!), then screwed the fasteners in with my cordless and LOOK!! IT’S STILL ON THE WALL!!!
I will be adding hooks on the wall for my curling irons and hair dryer. I don’t like the way they hang on the side of the rack. So that will be my project tonight.I will be adding hooks on the wall for my curling irons and hair dryer. I don’t like the way they hang on the side of the rack. So that will be my project tonight.
Also I went out to my garage last night. Got some #’s off my flatties. Now I have to figure out how to decode them.
Just looked up some V8-60 Flathead motors and on Ebay? $3,500! Wow. I only have ONE 60, dammit! I have 4 or 5 other flatties and I need to check out the info on them. I want this stuff gone.
And I hate how whatever upgrade they did to WP sends the default font size back to “so small no one can read it” size. There HAS to be a place to set it and forget it.
What more can I say? If anyone has been there? I know you are sitting there sighing. Thinking of the beautiful countryside, the wonderful food, the unbelievable blue of the sea. People there are so warm and welcoming.
I was lucky enough to spend 10 days there with my Italian son Matteo and his family.
It was a vacation like I’ve never had and will never have again. I so badly needed SOMETHING. It was a year after Nick passed and I was floundering.
My big beautiful black lab. 12 years old as of Valentine’s Day. We picked him up on May 5th. 12 years. I have never had a dog this long.
Last night my friend Dawn came over. Both Jegs and Sprint went to her house the night Nick passed. I wish now I would have let Jegs stay that night and put him up on the bed with Nick. Anyway, she was lovin’ him up and I noticed just how large the tumor on his throat has gotten. It will strangle him. Last night is the first time I really felt RIGHT about doing this. There are so many reasons to do this and only one not to. I love this dog. He is a wonderful dog. But this is why it needs done. He doesn’t deserve to suffer and lose all of dignity. He’s deserves better.
-I am so proud of my handsome Italian son, Matteo. I have never met a 17 year old so in tune with life, people, and so kind.
He arrived in Aug 2014 full of life and expectations of a school year in the states, the typical American teenage senior year. What he got? Was close, but with lots of heartache. We bonded so quickly it was amazing. And it made things somewhat easier?
Within a month of his arrival, Nick’s Mom passed away.
A month after that? Nick was diagnosed with cancer and I spent 2 weeks at the hospital till 10 every night. And every night when I came home, Matteo was there, waiting. ‘HUGTIME!!’ and I would get the best hug. He never missed Hugtime. If he only knew how knowing I would get a great hug at the end of the day helped me get through those trying times.
The first thing that happened after his family heard the diagnosis? Matteo’s mom emailed me and asked if I wanted Matteo to leave and go back home.
Matteo told me the sad news about Nick’s health. I don’t have the right words in a moment like this but I would like to do something for you. How can I help you? I undestand that you want to be near Nick. Would you prefere that Matteo came back home? Maybe that would make thing easier for you. You are such a nice person and all this is very unfair. Nick and you will get through this difficult moment together, I’m sure. Con tanto tanto affetto Un abbraccio forte
My response? -Matteo being at our house has been a God send. Please don’t think he needs to leave us. -I so love having him there with me while Nick is in the hospital. Friday nite, he’s coming into town with me as he really wants to see Nick for himself. He’s pretty worried. -Matteo is a wonderful young man. SO mature for his age. Having him here has been a big help to me right now. He makes me smile….. -Nick came thru with flying colors. He will be OK. It’s just gonna be a rough couple of months. I have several friends trying to sell a project car and we’ll be ok if it sells. -Thank you for your concern and I really hope Matteo wants to stay and will stay. It would break my heart if he were to leave right now.
And so he stayed. And my mental health stayed with me. I needed him at the house to come home to something/someone sane. Sometimes we had ice cream together. We always ‘recapped’ our day. He was seriously worried about Nick. I was worried about Matteo being alone so much but he was so popular that he was always busy when I wasn’t there but home when I was.
I have since hosted him again for a few days just after Nick’s funeral. He missed the funeral by less than a week.
Then I spent 10 days on the Island of Sardinia in Aug of 2017. BEST vaca ever. That will be my next memories day.
I apologize for missing this yesterday. With all that is going on with Jegs, it slipped my mind.
I have no IDEA why my font won’t stay big. I have to change it back with every block now. They should have NEVER messed with the original way of writing. It WORKED.
Stella has had enough of Louie as evidenced at 6am this morning with the huge fight. Louie will need to stay in the bathroom until she is done with her eating, potty and cuddling with “Mom”. Poor Jack got caught in the middle of it this morning. He’s OK, but it was hairy there for a bit.
I am hoping to pick up my last item from Asshat tonight. If it is there, then I leave the rest of his crap and I delete him from my phone and block his worthless ass on FB.
I’m actually enjoying my alone time again. In the next week or so, I’ll see Gary again. I found a couple things of his and I will return them to him. He may say I could have kept them but I am trying to get other people’s things OUT of my house, not keep them. I don’t need this stuff so he gets it back. It’s not much but it’s not mine.
It was a balmy -24*F with windchills sending it to -35*F. My car wouldn’t start. Cost me $25 to get it jumped. So much for being kind to your neighbors.
I need to go on the loo and call the vet to set up the appointment with him to have Jegs put down. Hurts my heart but it’s time. I love that dog. Daughter told me to get his ashes back. She has a small vial for me to put some in and then I’ll spread the rest over Nick this spring. I thought that was a great idea.
I will let you all know when I do this. Or you may know when I am quiet for a few days. It will be this week. He turned 12 on Sunday. He got a bunch of bacon as treats. LOVES that stuff.
I spent yesterday afternoon getting my stuff from asshat’s house.
He had only a bit of my stuff tucked into the back bedroom instead of on the porch as I asked. I sent him a list. He is just too arrogant to listen. I did NOT want to go in his house. My friend Barb was with me, SHE finally got the written permission to go in the house.
Several items on the list I sent him , he didn’t put with the rest of the stuff. This included the curtains in his bedroom and my bathrobe. I couldn’t find the wooden box that should have been by the fireplace. So I go in the bedroom to get the curtains and lo and behold, there is the wooden box. At the side of the bed like a step stool. And the bed is unmade (which he NEVER does) showing covers thrown back from both sides like two people were there.
I grabbed my curtains, my bathrobe, some clothes from a drawer, my wooden box and laughed my ass off all the way to the car with them. Apparently the new victim is too short to get up on his high bed. I just laughed. And laughed. and thought how he was thinking he was upsetting me by letting me know he has someone new already.
Hell, I knew that two weeks ago! And figured she’s been around since Nov. I went back through his texts last night.
SO much makes sense now.
He was such a bad liar but then I didn’t catch it right away either.
Am I done with men? For now. He’s left a bad attitude in me.
But it won’t last because if it does? That means he wins and he is NOT going to win.
He is a loser and I’m somewhat upset with myself for not catching it sooner.