Tuesday, November 3
Nov. 3rd, 2026 11:47 pmToday I am grateful for:
Good sleep.
Doing a few little things. Dishes. Laundry.
I tried calling our mechanic about changing the tires on my car, but got his answering machine. He didn't get back to me.
My Sister E actually called. I had given up on her. Several weeks ago, after a few attempts at calling her (and me saying "how about we try again, since you are busy" because I dislike trying to talk to her when she's trying to do a chore, out in public, or driving and narrating her drive instead of having a conversation), I finally gave up trying and left it up to her to call when she had time.
It was an okay call. She talked for a while about all the volunteer work she's doing. It sounds like she's really pushing herself to go out and do things in the community, which is good, but maybe is also a lot? Well, it's better than sitting at home staring at a television. She sounds busy and enjoying herself.
I ended up talking mostly about being angry that the deck and the giant slab of concrete are still sitting there, with no actual plan in place to get rid of them. REALLY NOT HAPPY AT ALL.
My husband keeps shifting things around with those things. If I press him about the wooden deck, instead of "okay, let's get rid of it" he says "I would like to see if X wants it". Two weeks later I ask, and it's "let's ask the woman at the dump if anyone wants it". That's how he's getting around it. He keeps thinking of someone else who might want it, so I have to give him another week or so to see if they get back to him.
As for the concrete, he just makes up one thing or another about that too. "Oh, Dan is getting a concrete saw from his work place to come cut it up this weekend" turns into "Dan can't make it", so that bought him a week while I thought Dan was coming. I ask him again, and he's like "Well, the blade for that saw costs around $300, so maybe we have to see if Ken is still coming for it". Ken is not coming for it, but that will be his excuse this week.
All he has to do is have another story that will get him to the weekend, and when the weekend comes, "oh no, that didn't work out after all".
I talked to him when I got back from riding in the evening, and I tried to be very nice about it, but that didn't last as he gave me the same runarounds. He just ends up saying (about the concrete) "you have no idea how hard it is going to be to get rid of that slab".
I have NO DOUBT AT ALL that the solution is going to be A) expensive and/or B) very difficult and labor intensive. I KNOW it's going to be awful. Yet, it's going to be awful next year too, right? And how about in two or three year's time? Cheaper or easier the longer you wait? I bet not.
Did he never have a plan to get rid of it besides Ken getting it? Doesn't that seem like a lot of responsibility to lay on our 75 year old neighbor? For HIM to come and remove this giant slab?
So it looks like my husband really just didn't have a plan beyond pulling that slab away from the house. He says "I didn't think it would be that thick, it's actually so much heavier than I thought it would be".
His solution really is "let's just say in our heads that one day our neighbor will come get it. Forever. We'll just think that. We won't even try anything else, and let's just keep walking around it and pretend it isn't there, because it's a pretty big problem that I don't want to even begin to deal with".
That's what's really going on.
Same with the deck. SOMEONE WANTS THIS DECK, so I will not deal with it.
I'm so tired of things like this happening. Over and over again.
Like how it took FOUR YEARS for him to finally get the cracked window repaired, and mostly I did the work and took it in myself.
How we spent a winter with piles and piles of garbage from tearing down the trailer just sitting in the yard, including a DIFFERENT pile of concrete that sat there for almost two years until I found someone to come haul it away because my husband didn't think a pile of concrete was an issue. I wonder if I could find that guy again.--
How is he like this? HOW IS HE LIKE THIS?!!!!!
Do I love him? Yes. Does he drive me right up a fricking wall? Also yes.
I went to get gas before going to the barn, and Asa, the owner and I talked about the election, and then about how probably no one actually loves the orange menace. Yes, we have those kinds of conversations. Then out of the blue, Asa says something along the lines of "you see the body language of the president and his wife, and it's obvious that she hates him. Not like you and your husband. When you are together, your body language is about love. Nothing but love."
Well, I didn't know what to say about that. I do love my husband, and we're pretty affectionate.
I also spent the last hour or so in a white hot fury about the deck and the concrete slab.
I went to the barn, and today being slightly above freezing, everything was muddy.
R was there, back from the trip to Kentucky with other members of the barn. We didn't talk much about it, as she looked exhausted and had to go inside for supper. I'm sure we'll talk about it more on other days.
River did well enough after some effort to get him more forward. I got to the barn a little late, so we had to be efficient in our work, which isn't the worst thing. Sometimes I drag things out too long.
Again, the focus was on rhythm and being forward. I did some trot circles over poles on the ground, and you could see SUCH a difference in him going to the right. He's tight or something on that side, and in trying to do a circle over the poles he was having trouble making a nice circle, and was trying to avoid the poles.
Yet, after really getting him out to the outside of the round arena and cantering a bit, and then back to a smaller trot circle, he was able to do a better trot and picked himself up over the poles.
I don't know if it's just not comfortable (no lameness that I can see) or if he's just uncoordinated in that direction.
Then I rode, and worked again on having rhythm and staying forward.
I spent some extra time giving River a massage in the barn after, and his right shoulder really got a reaction from him, so I worked on that for some time. He really must be tight there.
Then I came home.
My Sweetie fixed a thing on the screen door, I don't know what you'd call it. The hydraulic tube that pulls the door shut at the bottom.
He was making supper too, which is nice.
That's when I tried SO HARD to have a gentle discussion about the deck/concrete and he brushed me off with more BS, and I did get angry because I'm tired of nothing happening. I don't know if it helped at all.
We did move on from that to other things, with no resolution.
Good sleep.
Doing a few little things. Dishes. Laundry.
I tried calling our mechanic about changing the tires on my car, but got his answering machine. He didn't get back to me.
My Sister E actually called. I had given up on her. Several weeks ago, after a few attempts at calling her (and me saying "how about we try again, since you are busy" because I dislike trying to talk to her when she's trying to do a chore, out in public, or driving and narrating her drive instead of having a conversation), I finally gave up trying and left it up to her to call when she had time.
It was an okay call. She talked for a while about all the volunteer work she's doing. It sounds like she's really pushing herself to go out and do things in the community, which is good, but maybe is also a lot? Well, it's better than sitting at home staring at a television. She sounds busy and enjoying herself.
I ended up talking mostly about being angry that the deck and the giant slab of concrete are still sitting there, with no actual plan in place to get rid of them. REALLY NOT HAPPY AT ALL.
My husband keeps shifting things around with those things. If I press him about the wooden deck, instead of "okay, let's get rid of it" he says "I would like to see if X wants it". Two weeks later I ask, and it's "let's ask the woman at the dump if anyone wants it". That's how he's getting around it. He keeps thinking of someone else who might want it, so I have to give him another week or so to see if they get back to him.
As for the concrete, he just makes up one thing or another about that too. "Oh, Dan is getting a concrete saw from his work place to come cut it up this weekend" turns into "Dan can't make it", so that bought him a week while I thought Dan was coming. I ask him again, and he's like "Well, the blade for that saw costs around $300, so maybe we have to see if Ken is still coming for it". Ken is not coming for it, but that will be his excuse this week.
All he has to do is have another story that will get him to the weekend, and when the weekend comes, "oh no, that didn't work out after all".
I talked to him when I got back from riding in the evening, and I tried to be very nice about it, but that didn't last as he gave me the same runarounds. He just ends up saying (about the concrete) "you have no idea how hard it is going to be to get rid of that slab".
I have NO DOUBT AT ALL that the solution is going to be A) expensive and/or B) very difficult and labor intensive. I KNOW it's going to be awful. Yet, it's going to be awful next year too, right? And how about in two or three year's time? Cheaper or easier the longer you wait? I bet not.
Did he never have a plan to get rid of it besides Ken getting it? Doesn't that seem like a lot of responsibility to lay on our 75 year old neighbor? For HIM to come and remove this giant slab?
So it looks like my husband really just didn't have a plan beyond pulling that slab away from the house. He says "I didn't think it would be that thick, it's actually so much heavier than I thought it would be".
His solution really is "let's just say in our heads that one day our neighbor will come get it. Forever. We'll just think that. We won't even try anything else, and let's just keep walking around it and pretend it isn't there, because it's a pretty big problem that I don't want to even begin to deal with".
That's what's really going on.
Same with the deck. SOMEONE WANTS THIS DECK, so I will not deal with it.
I'm so tired of things like this happening. Over and over again.
Like how it took FOUR YEARS for him to finally get the cracked window repaired, and mostly I did the work and took it in myself.
How we spent a winter with piles and piles of garbage from tearing down the trailer just sitting in the yard, including a DIFFERENT pile of concrete that sat there for almost two years until I found someone to come haul it away because my husband didn't think a pile of concrete was an issue. I wonder if I could find that guy again.--
How is he like this? HOW IS HE LIKE THIS?!!!!!
Do I love him? Yes. Does he drive me right up a fricking wall? Also yes.
I went to get gas before going to the barn, and Asa, the owner and I talked about the election, and then about how probably no one actually loves the orange menace. Yes, we have those kinds of conversations. Then out of the blue, Asa says something along the lines of "you see the body language of the president and his wife, and it's obvious that she hates him. Not like you and your husband. When you are together, your body language is about love. Nothing but love."
Well, I didn't know what to say about that. I do love my husband, and we're pretty affectionate.
I also spent the last hour or so in a white hot fury about the deck and the concrete slab.
I went to the barn, and today being slightly above freezing, everything was muddy.
R was there, back from the trip to Kentucky with other members of the barn. We didn't talk much about it, as she looked exhausted and had to go inside for supper. I'm sure we'll talk about it more on other days.
River did well enough after some effort to get him more forward. I got to the barn a little late, so we had to be efficient in our work, which isn't the worst thing. Sometimes I drag things out too long.
Again, the focus was on rhythm and being forward. I did some trot circles over poles on the ground, and you could see SUCH a difference in him going to the right. He's tight or something on that side, and in trying to do a circle over the poles he was having trouble making a nice circle, and was trying to avoid the poles.
Yet, after really getting him out to the outside of the round arena and cantering a bit, and then back to a smaller trot circle, he was able to do a better trot and picked himself up over the poles.
I don't know if it's just not comfortable (no lameness that I can see) or if he's just uncoordinated in that direction.
Then I rode, and worked again on having rhythm and staying forward.
I spent some extra time giving River a massage in the barn after, and his right shoulder really got a reaction from him, so I worked on that for some time. He really must be tight there.
Then I came home.
My Sweetie fixed a thing on the screen door, I don't know what you'd call it. The hydraulic tube that pulls the door shut at the bottom.
He was making supper too, which is nice.
That's when I tried SO HARD to have a gentle discussion about the deck/concrete and he brushed me off with more BS, and I did get angry because I'm tired of nothing happening. I don't know if it helped at all.
We did move on from that to other things, with no resolution.