Last week, the fan in my mini van that blows the heat started intermittently not working. NO HEAT. Papa found the problem Sunday, bought the part, installed, then found another problem. So I had to go to work Monday, it's cold, 17 degrees, and papa doesn't have time to work on the van, so he takes it to work so that I can take the pick-up truck with heat.
HE TAKES GOOD CARE OF ME.
The last weekend of the month
Every since my grand baby Abagail was born, Papa and I had always had the pleasure of her company on the last weekend of the month. We would set that time aside as personal, to relax, catch up on things, and so forth. We would do different things with Abagail, depending on the weather. It might be out on the lake in the boat, a trip to Gatti's, all sorts of things.
With the recent turmoil, our recently evicted tenants, who had temporary custody of Abagail while her parents were proving to the courts that they were getting their lives back together, made it difficult to see Abagail. October of last year was the last time we saw Abagail, and for about 30 minutes.
When Robert and Rebekah got custody of Abagail again, November of last year, I hoped that things would go back to normal and we would get to see Abagail again. That was not to be the case. Apparently, the evictees said things to Rebekah that has her not even want to speak to us. In return, we haven't heard a word from her, and 4 months have gone by without seeing Abagail once...ONCE.
Well, I decided 3 months ago to convert Abagail's room into a computer room, and why not, it was just a room sitting there not getting used. And now, with the last weekend of the month having come and gone, I have decided to take all of Abagails clothes that we have for her, box them up, and take them down to Everything for Kids and see if I can get some money for them. By now, Abagail has outgrown these clothes. And it will free up more room in the computer room.
I am sad to have to do this, but I will not pine away, letting my own daughter use Abagail as a weapon against me by not letting us see the baby. So I am moving on with my life. Hopefully, one day, maybe, my daughter will stop hating us, but until then, we are just going to move on with our lives. Paul and I have our family of Jehovah's people, and that's pretty good in our book.
With the recent turmoil, our recently evicted tenants, who had temporary custody of Abagail while her parents were proving to the courts that they were getting their lives back together, made it difficult to see Abagail. October of last year was the last time we saw Abagail, and for about 30 minutes.
When Robert and Rebekah got custody of Abagail again, November of last year, I hoped that things would go back to normal and we would get to see Abagail again. That was not to be the case. Apparently, the evictees said things to Rebekah that has her not even want to speak to us. In return, we haven't heard a word from her, and 4 months have gone by without seeing Abagail once...ONCE.
Well, I decided 3 months ago to convert Abagail's room into a computer room, and why not, it was just a room sitting there not getting used. And now, with the last weekend of the month having come and gone, I have decided to take all of Abagails clothes that we have for her, box them up, and take them down to Everything for Kids and see if I can get some money for them. By now, Abagail has outgrown these clothes. And it will free up more room in the computer room.
I am sad to have to do this, but I will not pine away, letting my own daughter use Abagail as a weapon against me by not letting us see the baby. So I am moving on with my life. Hopefully, one day, maybe, my daughter will stop hating us, but until then, we are just going to move on with our lives. Paul and I have our family of Jehovah's people, and that's pretty good in our book.
A new member of the family
Last Monday, while in a depression, I had stopped by Feeders Supply after work to buy some crickets for my two Tarantulas, (and I always leave my wallet in the car so I don't impulse buy anything), and what should I find, but another Tarantula, a Pink Toe. Nice price. Cheered my right up.
So I get the crickets, and the Pink Toe, and get back in my mini van to head home when I get this text from hubby: "I sure wish I had someone to have dinner with." (We were both in town.) 'Pick me...Pick me' I text back.
We meet for dinner at a Chinese restaurant, and I showed him a photo of a Pink Toe I found while doing resent Intel on my T. He looks at it and says, "What's this?" to which I reply, 'the newest member of the family.' He looks at the photo and asks, "and how much did this cost me?" I tell him, he doesn't say a word, just silently thinking, then says "Good, cuz there's this tool I wanted to buy but was holding out on spending the money, but if you're gunna get the spider, I am getting the tool." He bought the tool the next day.
So I get the crickets, and the Pink Toe, and get back in my mini van to head home when I get this text from hubby: "I sure wish I had someone to have dinner with." (We were both in town.) 'Pick me...Pick me' I text back.
We meet for dinner at a Chinese restaurant, and I showed him a photo of a Pink Toe I found while doing resent Intel on my T. He looks at it and says, "What's this?" to which I reply, 'the newest member of the family.' He looks at the photo and asks, "and how much did this cost me?" I tell him, he doesn't say a word, just silently thinking, then says "Good, cuz there's this tool I wanted to buy but was holding out on spending the money, but if you're gunna get the spider, I am getting the tool." He bought the tool the next day.
Bad days and worse days
Wow...I hate being emotionally unstable. Yesterday, towards the evening, I spent to much time thinking about my sister, and her death, and cried the rest of the evening.
Woke up with puffy eyes, prepared for the Ministry, and at noon, had an emotional breakdown to include crying, which pretty much shot the rest of my day.
I am sure gunna be glad when I snap outta this and can be my happy self.
Woke up with puffy eyes, prepared for the Ministry, and at noon, had an emotional breakdown to include crying, which pretty much shot the rest of my day.
I am sure gunna be glad when I snap outta this and can be my happy self.
Nolin KWH Usage History
Papa just showed me our electric bill:
Comparisons:
Current Month - KWH used - 1261 - Avg Temp - 26
One year ago - KWH used - 2726 - Avg Temp - 36
That sure has been a big blessing since we removed the 'garbage' from our property, an decrease in our electric bill by half...HALF!!!
Papa is funny, he cuts out the KWH Usage History part of the bill and has them pinned to the wall next to his work station at the computer. I think it does his heart good to see the decrease in the electric bill, that we had to pay ourselves, no help from others. There towards the end, the only reason we didn't have to go the electric bill alone is because papa started making the company pay for the electric bill, then the boys got their pay checks afterwards. He did admit that it gave him some peace of mind.
Comparisons:
Current Month - KWH used - 1261 - Avg Temp - 26
One year ago - KWH used - 2726 - Avg Temp - 36
That sure has been a big blessing since we removed the 'garbage' from our property, an decrease in our electric bill by half...HALF!!!
Papa is funny, he cuts out the KWH Usage History part of the bill and has them pinned to the wall next to his work station at the computer. I think it does his heart good to see the decrease in the electric bill, that we had to pay ourselves, no help from others. There towards the end, the only reason we didn't have to go the electric bill alone is because papa started making the company pay for the electric bill, then the boys got their pay checks afterwards. He did admit that it gave him some peace of mind.
Death Changes How One Thinks About Things
On February 8th, at 10 am, in New Zealand, my baby sister, who was 4 years younger than me, passed away due to complications from a Gastric By-pass surgery she had years ago.
I got a call at 6 am that morning from her husband, Brent, that Mary was in the hospital and they were giving her 24 hours to live....WHAT?!?!?!? By 5 pm that night, I got the call that she had passed. It was so short of a time!!!
Turns out her intestines rolled, wrapped around her stomach, cut off the blood, killed the stomach, so there was nothing the doctors could do but stitch her back up, put her on morphine, and then wait...
The hardest part for me will be that she is not there to share things with me any more.
Her death has changed how I feel about stuff. I have no desire to be on Face Book because there are people that are friends with me that are friends with my enemy, and I didn't want my enemy to hear about my sisters death, or my grief. So... I went through my Face Book, and deleted, or UnFriended, all those who might be friends of or family with my enemy. I feel soooooooo much better already.
I have not told any one at the hall about this because I am very private in my grief. I don't like it when I have a problem and somehow, even though my friends are well meaning, they make it all about them. Plus, I don't want to cry. I want to stay strong. So I don't need my well meaning friends coming up to me to comfort me. I cry in the comfort of my own home, with hubby to talk to... and that suits me just fine.
I got a call at 6 am that morning from her husband, Brent, that Mary was in the hospital and they were giving her 24 hours to live....WHAT?!?!?!? By 5 pm that night, I got the call that she had passed. It was so short of a time!!!
Turns out her intestines rolled, wrapped around her stomach, cut off the blood, killed the stomach, so there was nothing the doctors could do but stitch her back up, put her on morphine, and then wait...
The hardest part for me will be that she is not there to share things with me any more.
Her death has changed how I feel about stuff. I have no desire to be on Face Book because there are people that are friends with me that are friends with my enemy, and I didn't want my enemy to hear about my sisters death, or my grief. So... I went through my Face Book, and deleted, or UnFriended, all those who might be friends of or family with my enemy. I feel soooooooo much better already.
I have not told any one at the hall about this because I am very private in my grief. I don't like it when I have a problem and somehow, even though my friends are well meaning, they make it all about them. Plus, I don't want to cry. I want to stay strong. So I don't need my well meaning friends coming up to me to comfort me. I cry in the comfort of my own home, with hubby to talk to... and that suits me just fine.
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