This and That

[lighter]

Hi Tupp:

The 51% rule is about taking care of yourself as priority.... oxygen mask on you first sort if thing.  Both my girls are pretty good at it. 

About the Bahamas cottage.... I think basic repairs and replacement of windows, doors, shutters and new cabinets will make it easier to sell the cottage quickly.  There's value in the lot, but the house itself has value bc it's such a problem to get anything done on the island. 

This isn't my choice to have this property.  I didn't want the place anymore when we bought it than I want it now.  The plan is to sell ASAP.

  I'm less conflicted at this point.   I do my best, and that has to be enough.

Hope and Amber, thanks for the input.  It's been helpful while I try to figure out least painful options.

Lighter

 

[Twoapenny]

Hi Tupp:

The 51% rule is about taking care of yourself as priority.... oxygen mask on you first sort if thing.  Both my girls are pretty good at it. 

About the Bahamas cottage.... I think basic repairs and replacement of windows, doors, shutters and new cabinets will make it easier to sell the cottage quickly.  There's value in the lot, but the house itself has value bc it's such a problem to get anything done on the island. 

This isn't my choice to have this property.  I didn't want the place anymore when we bought it than I want it now.  The plan is to sell ASAP.

  I'm less conflicted at this point.   I do my best, and that has to be enough.

Hope and Amber, thanks for the input.  It's been helpful while I try to figure out least painful options.

Lighter

Lol, thank you, I have a new phrase to add to my vocabulary now   Yes, I can see what you mean about getting the basics done before you sell on.  There are so many ways that 'stuff' can tie us in knots when we just want to be free and skippy xx

[Hopalong]

Got clarity now, Lighter!

You're only preparing it to sell.

A big PITA to do, but it doesn't represent an albatross for you.

So relieved to understand that...and courage for this tedium meanwhile.

xxoo
Hops

[lighter]

Hops... I'm tired just thinking about this project.  I had to phone the island hardware store for a week before I could ask what supplies they carry...and don't carry.  The gentleman answering the phone has what sounds like laryngitis....poor guy....and could barely talk.  I finally just barged on and sort of forced him to give me answers this morning.... we really need these answers.

On a bright note, I have girls' rides to school covered for both trips at this point. 

Great...just thinking about these trips makes me sleepy.  Contractor has idea about putting bunks in a different bedroom, along with a hallway to make back bedroom private....we now have to walk through one to the other.....NO interior doors anywhere.  It makes sense, but the job keeps getting bigger.  It's not a problem, just more materials to ship.  I'm always pleased and amazed by his work, so will accept and trust all will be well.  It will.

Lighter

[Hopalong]

All WILL be well.
And you'll out-endure this tedium.

I hope it moves soon and you can get the sand out of your hair.

hugs
Hops

[lighter]

Well..... there's going to be sand in my hair for a while.  At least it shouldn't be too terribly hot....the summer is SO hot. 

I'm going native.....bug'n sun is my perfume of the islands.  I'll light an Amazon bonfire every once in a while, and pretend you guys can see it.

Lighter

 

[lighter]

Rant warning:

Has anyone ever seen the movie SIGNS, with Mel Gibson as jaded, bitter ex clergyman? 

Well, I'm one of the people who sees signs. 

I'm wondering if the Universe is trying to tell me something in this moment, bc I cut my left index finger deeply yesterday, woke up last night feeling as though someone was driving an ice pick into the nail about 11:30pm, found the bottom of my fridge full of maple syrup first thing this morning, (remember Nanny McPhee II?)and then a small flood in laundry room and hallway bc washing machine malfunctioning.  Again.  This time repairman, who can't come till Monday, thinks it might be a seal.   THis is a front loading Whirlpool Duet Sport, and the 3rd or 4th time I've had to call a repairman out over water leaks.  The first leak was a pinhole in a drain tube, which meant things got very wet, and stayed wet for a while before I noticed a ROACH, which meant I panicked, and called out the bug man, and paid a lot of money for him to poison my house every month for a year, which ended a while ago.  Roaches LOVE LOVE LOVE moisture, btw.   The floors are wet again... soaked through.  I wonder what the crawlspace looks like.  Grrrr.

I feel like I'm moving through..... syrup, which was all over the two bottom shelves in the fridge,  both veggie drawers then puddled at the bottom.  I had to clean up sticky floor after cleaning the fridge, of course, bc there was some dripping of hot soapy vert syrupy water.  I can't stand sticky floors... I get that from my dad.  So. Much.  Sticky.

Since I have all the beds stripped, and ready to go INTO the wash machine, which now has a dirty wet load of clothing in it, we're out of sorts from top to bottom...... I'm not even worried about knocking this finger open next week during Bahamas travel, catching an exotic bug, and losing that finger anymore, which was the top of my my priority list last night while I was wondering where allllll those unfinished bottles of painkillers over the past 20 years have ended up.  I could FIND NOTHING of them.  I never ever finish a painkiller Rx.  Ever.  I save them for when fingers get smashed or toenails get ripped out whole.... I just can't remember where I put them, and maybe they're here somewhere, but buried or in a box or on a shelf.  BC we've entertained the idea of having troubled teens in the house, and bc we sometimes have normal teens in the house, I'm sure I've put them out of the way.  Since I never need them I can't find them. 

To top it off, I kept having flashbacks to post op days in hospital after 2nd dd's birth when my husband was stuping an employee at said hospital who told all the nursing staff I was a complaining bitch who would drive them crazy with demands so when the meds when the meds, that should have been flowing into my spine, were puddling under my bum, and the point where the little tube was wiggling around my spine hurt twice as much as my c section, with the nurses rolling their eyes at me while tossing over their shoulders I could give myself more medication when it was time...... while refusing to even check the epidural site..... I KNEW KNEw KnEW someone in that group was s******* my husband, and flat out asked one of them if it was her.  Didn't help the cause, as you can imagine, but my point is..... I found the little bottle of liquid gold painkillers my sister brought me during that day, and I found relief in it, once again, to help with the finger.  I have a very high tolerance for pain, btw.  I honestly think the finger hurt as bad as the c section with wiggling around in me spine epidural.  I don't know how that could be, but it was true. 

If you want to know what the nurses face looked like when she found the puddle of meds under my bum in the hospital, while I went 24 hours post op sans any pain medication till my sister could find me some..... she looked gobsmacked, so sure was she that I was whining for more pain meds than I was allowed. 

Almost done ranting, and the finger is feeling normal at this point, which I believe hurt badly last night bc I'd wrapped it tightly in two water proof bandages to close the wound..... there must have been pressure pulling the nail sideways bc it screamed me awake.  I almost passed out twice getting the bandaids off.  Only knocked it about twice today cleaning fridge..... so many little crevices, and the drawers and shelves a pain to move about, dont'cha know.  Not what I needed, but I had no idea it would mess with my sleep, and drive me to the floor.  Twice. 

I intended to spend the day making lists, and packing the tools, and plumbing/electrical supplies purchased yesterday, but it's not happening.  Syrup I tell'ya.  I did not intended to walk over piles of dirty bedding, sopping wet towels, slipping into stripped beds I really really wanted to come home to and find clean at 10pm tonight after DD17s roller derby skating lessons.  What could possibly go wrong there?

Please don't copy and paste any of this post, bc I'm sure I'll remove it later and don't want to have to remove the entire thread to make to make it go away.

OK..... I'll end this on a note of gratitude.... I got to hold a 6 month old baby today, and he was lovely.  Next week he'll have a brand new out of the wrapper baby brother, adopted also, and I'm going to hold him like mad too.  I know I'm a lucky dog.  I know I'm blessed, but I can't help but feel I'm missing something really big, and the UNIVERSE is demanding I stop, and pay very close attention right now. 

Lighter

[Hopalong]

Oh my gosh, ((((Lighter))). What a series of horrors. And flashbacks.

I just have to say...one bug up my butt is when people are genuinely feeling real pain or freakout or trauma or anxiety, and they feel OBLIGATED to note: I'm blessed.

Of course you are. But still, just plain letting it rip about an awful series of days is fine on its own! You don't have to hold up a Zen card to let loose about all of that.

Jeez. It all sounds SUCKY. And though of course it will pass, you're entitled to just be UPSET!

love to you,
Hops

[sKePTiKal]

My whole week's been this way Lighter. I'm still moaning & groaning about it too. I think it has something to do cosmic changes - astrology, polar shift, solar minimum - take your pick, there is a disturbance in the force and those of us sensitive to that tend to have this kind of so-called "luck" during those times.

It's just not possible to be stoic when everyday, THERE'S MORE.

[lighter]

Ahhh.... picturing myself holding up the Zen card, so I can feel okk enough to get away with complaints.  That's...

::sniff::..

So sad, Hops. 

I m sitting in skate ring parking lot with youngest dd, who's breaking up with her bf.  He can't take her NO without trying to change it into a YES.  She's so wise, and quite done with him.   

We were watching people skate bc the only electric outlet was facing the rink.  Im mediately the older man I was already worrying about went down in front of me, across the rink.  I mean.....he skeetched across the floor with his arms under him.....skeee eeee eee e eetch.  I could tell he was hurt as he sat to cradle his arm.  Then a young guy went down Uber hard right in front of me.....he was boney.... I heard them hit the floor.  After crying a little I walked around to the old man, helped off the floor and got his skates off.  He was grateful......also unable to bare weight with his right arm, but relatively sure it wasn't broken.  All the while there were two clueless women trying to get him back out there......he was sticking by me.... leaving them again to move his arm in front if needed, and see if broken.  I might have fainted if he said it was.  The lady in white came and pulled him away.  So.  Weird. 

That was all DD and I could take, so we're in the car...DD texting boy they're over.  I know he's crying.

When I get home there's an icky smell in the laundry room....like a wet towel crawled behind the washer to die, which is a problem for me as I can't move the washer without blocking the door we use and it's heavy enough to hurt me if I move wrong. Third problem is I likely can't stop myself from pulling out washer to clean and find smell... I get that from paternal side of family.

:: Mindfully leaving gratitude out of this::..

Ouch.

Lighter

[Twoapenny]

Wow Lighter what a deluge, practical problems, physical problems, flashbacks, that poor chap at the skating rink and DD ending her first bf.  It wore me out just to read it all.  I have no idea why sometimes a whole host of crappy things comes at the same time but I do know that numerous small things in quick succession are very stressful and tiring to deal with.  Do you need to see someone about your finger, if only to get it wrapped up securely so it can heal but still be protected from being knocked (I find it's not until you try to avoid a certain part of your body that you find out how often you use it in a day).  It sounds horribly painful.  And as for your ex and those nurses - I am happy to come and slap each and every one of them for you.  What disgusting behaviour on all of their parts.

I hope the practical stuff gets sorted and that DD is okay after her break up.  I hope the guy at skating is alright, it's such a long way to fall!

And yep, I'm with Hops - sometimes it's okay to look at the sky and shout to the Universe - "You're an arsehole!"  It might even make you feel a bit better

Sending fixing, healing, soothing vibes your way.  I hope things get resolved (and I hope those nurses learnt something valuable from that shitty way they treated you that day) xx

[lighter]

Tupp:

DD is mortified in the way awkward teen girls can be.  We talked about how the boy would likely react today, but DD said he can be inconsistent.  Last night he forcefully took her hand and wouldn't let it go during driver's education class....like 3 hours.  She said she used his sweat as lubricant to finally extricate, and oldest DD took her physically away to another seat near her.

The school is on lockdown with law enforcement on campus after a concerning message on the internet.  Not sure what that's about.  I don't know when that happened....in the last hour, but after drop off.  Please God, let it be a prank.

I don't know how boy will behave, but he was snarky and short in final Instagram post last night.  DD plans to ignore the break up, and not talk about it.  If he does the same, not likely, this might fade into friendship again, which is her hope.

I sprayed oxyclean all around washer area and will deal with it later today.  My finger us the only thing slowing my roll, but it's healing well..... I keep antibacterial Band-Aids in place....think of your index finger with a cone....like pets get.  I want it dry and healing, not moist and popping open over and over.  I might switch soon to polysporin,but so far so good as I found one latex finger balloon thing for showering.

I hope the boy doesn't do something desperate today.  He had desperation coming off him last night.  It wasn't good.

Lighter

[lighter]

Update on school situation....switching to a "soft lockdown" according to law enforcement who remain at school entrance and exit.

Kids will change classes, like normal, but everyone on alert.  Parents told not to go to school.

[Twoapenny]

Lighter the school situation terrifies and horrifies me in equal measure, I hope that this situation is resolved quickly but also that a more permanent and meaningful solution is found to stop these things from happening at all.  Those poor kids.

I'm glad your finger is healing up; fresh air's always best but not always practical so I'm glad you've got a little finger hat to wear.  Hope all the other things are coming good as well.

And DDs (ex) boyfriend - I know how rejection can bring out the worst in someone, particularly teenagers (and some adults who still react like teenagers).  I think ignoring it is the best and only reaction for now - any kind of contact or interaction will fan the flames and elongate the problem.  You have wise kiddos   Kudos   Let us know when they're out of school okay xx

[lighter]

Tupp:

I drew a smiley face on my finger cone..... it's good.

The school lockdown is over a suspended student, not sure what grade, making threats to another or other students.  I have to admit I was relieved no ex boyfriends were involved.... there are 2 in my dd's group as of yesterday.  Both boys are the desperate type, but you don't want to think they're the threat making type, kwim?

DD15 will absolutely handle her day, and the boy to the best of her abilities.  She's very competent..... very stoic.  Can hold her position when everyone else is losing their heads.  Tends to make things better, not worse.

The dog just horfed up 2 piles of half digested food.  Must clean them and run an errand.

Thanks for chatting, Tupp.  It helps.

Lighter