Yes I haven't posted for awhile, (and does it matter since, yea, I am still the only one who has read this?) That is because Maria moved out and I started working 65 to 70 hour plus weeks. Basically I would have one week night off and half of one weekend day off. So, altogether, maybe 10 hours to shop, wash and clean AND have some fun. I've become a very dull, tired person. But I still have utilities running :) .
M. moved out because her brother is now stationed at Edwards, is having a house built, but it won't be ready until October and he needed help getting an apartment. Also his girlfriend moved out from Connecticut and doesn't know anyone else here or the lay of the land. Also M. wanted to live with working plumbing. . . But she said it would be three months before she moved out, and in the end it was only two weeks. But she has kept her world and payed down the utilities, (electric bill was like $400.00 + because she was using an electric heater).
She only took two cats, leaving the rest with me, but I don't really have time to spend with them. They spend all their time holed up in her bedroom because one of my cats is beating the crap out of them if they leave her room. So I have suggested that we should try to find homes for them. Her response was, just her cats, what about mine? I understand, but her cats are so lonely and she doesn't come over anymore to visit them.
M. is seriously ill. She has way too many platelets in her blood. They don't know why. Kaiser is monitoring her. If the platelets get above a certain level, they will decide she has a particular disease and treat her for that, but until then it's just going to be regular blood work. She's always tired, in pain and in a bad mood. She jumps all over me every opportunity, and apologizes only sometimes. I think she has fryromangia, she has just about all the symptoms, but it's really hard to get diagnosed with that, and there is no treatment/cure. It's just painkillers and antiflamatories.
The lovely neighbor across the street complained to the city about how I was keeping the yard. Had noticed when I was out there, thinking about how to do it (clean it up) since I have not done any yard work since Brad dumped me, that the neighbor was coming to the edge of his property and making fists with both hand, a mad face and would bounce up and down while doing this at me. This would scare me and I would go back inside instead of mowing the lawn.
As it turns out, the person who does the code enforcement for the city is my driving supervisor at my pizza delivery job. The city called her up on the city walkie talkie, she ask me for my address, I asked why? She tells me and I say I have to go home now. She wants me to keep on delivering. I say I have to GO HOME NOW. I go. I bag pine needles until 10:30 p.m. So a weed whacker, chainsaw and 40 odd bags later the front yard is just about done. I gave up going to the gym in the morning to do this, it's the only time I have for this, to say nothing of beating the heat. Now I am working on the back yard. I figure that will take a least 60 bags. It has not been touched in 15 years. I only do that on my days off, because I get so filthy that I have to wash from head to toe and my lung swell close. It's going to take me all summer to do it, but it will get done.
Have discovered that people are coming into the backyard. Dead grass is trample down around the picnic table bench combo. There are paths leading from one wall to another wall across the yard. I may have to borrow a dog. Also I'm hearing things. I know I'm not dreaming this stuff up! I 'm in twilight sleep and I hear crunch, crunch of someone walking through the yard up to my bedroom window, (by picnic table). Then this person (adult male by sound of voice), makes comments about the yard like he's on the phone with someone. 1st time, "looks like she's just given up, not taking care of the house." 2nd, " looks like she's tying to take care of the yard." So a dog looks likely in my futer.
I am on vacation for the first time in 16 years! I have 7 days off from both jobs! I'm getting paid by the florist! I'm suppose to be running errands right now instead of posting so I can go see Bob and April on Friday! I want to go back to bed!!!! Instead I will post this and get dressed, (silver surfer here I come!)
