Late
Although it is not "technically" 1/22/98-----it's too close to really care. It's 11:30 p.m. and I am sitting in the den printing all my entries since the beginning of this web-journal. I'm up to November 18th. It's going to be a very late night. Especially since I have discovered that text entered in white---tries to print in white. Hmmmmm, white lettering on white paper-----there's really not a lot to show for about 6 weeks. Soooooooooo, in addition to downloading and printing all the entries - I have had to copy and convert to text those "artistic" entries I chose to type in white. Yes---it's going to be a late night!
Keith and I didn't get home until quite late tonight. We spent most of the evening discussing the work that needs to be done to the house with: a plumber, a carpenter, an electrician, and a painter. And do you know the scary part---every single one of these individuals drove up to the house in nicer automobiles than Keith and I could ever imagine owning. I can't wait until we get the final estimates tomorrow. I don't know why, but something tells me this is going to cost a bit of money!
I had some really good news tonight. Daddy's doctor indicated that he would be transfering Dad to a rehabilitation hospital where we could plan on Pop spending at least 21 days. Now that, in and of itself, would not necessarily be such great news. But the kicker was----Doc Pridgen did not think Dad would require full time attendance once released to home. I don't have to alter my working arrangements.
Everything seems to be working out. How nice. For a change.
Dad was telling me on the phone tonight that he would be just fine once we were all back together again. I hate to say it, but I think he is relieved to know that we will be there for meal preparations and daily upkeep again. I have to admit. I am relieved too.
I foudn this little graphic a while back. I think that I will make it my motto. Like strawberries, I too need to be preserved. With age taking it's daily toll upon my appearance, I figure I should make Keith aware that I now have a valid excuse to skip the housekeeping and concentrate on the "important" tasks in life. Like knitting. Or maybe, crocheting. After all, I need to preserve my beauty!
I think I had better close this and go sit out the printer from a reclining position on the living room couch. I had to take a pain pill a little while ago and I am beginning to feel a bit "yucky". I will never understand how some folks like drugs!
Wow---I feel much better now--the wooziness has passed and I can, once again, think fairly straight.
what I was saying before I signed off--about not liking the "druggy" feeling is the honest to gosh truth. I am not sure I honestly understand drug addicts. Especially heroine addicts. Being the chronic obsessor that I am, how on earth would anyone allow themselves to become dependent upon something that is so expensive and difficult to obtain. I mean, well--if I was going to use a drug like heroine--I would be terrified that I wouldn't be able to get the next dose. Somehow the idea of never knowing where your next "fix" is coming from--or how you will afford it--would take all the "fun" out of it. For me, -- shoot -- I worry when we are running low on creamer. And at least with it, I know I can run down to the corner market and replenish the stuff.
I know. I am rambling. Maybe that is why I never write after most of the continent has fallen asleep!
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