Saturday, October 31
Nov. 1st, 2026 12:29 amToday I am grateful for:
Good sleep. A little TOO much, as my Sweetie fed the cats and no one woke me up.
We planned to go to the dump, which we did. That got rid of more of the scrap material from the deck mostly, and I managed to remember to get the recycling in the truck too.
What's frustrating, is that in many instances, not just today, my husband NEVER ACTUALLY KNOWS WHEN SOMETHING CLOSES. He THINKS he knows, and doesn't bother to actually find out. At times we've headed to town, with only the most vague idea of when stores close. Does he plan out the day and find out? No, he just tells me what we're doing, then I go "hey, wait a minute", and I look everything up and find out when things close, and we end up doing that "by the hair of our teeth" thing all day long.
Today was no exception. The dump has had the same schedule for YEARS. I have it written on a sheet of paper on our fridge for F's sake, in big, black letters. Does he check it? No.
So today he does NOTHING all day before I wake up. He then says we need to get to the dump now (I thought he would go before I woke up; apparently not). I thought he was going to go to the dump before I got up so that we would do something fun together in the evening.
Nope. He did nothing all morning, and then in the afternoon when it's nearly closing time for the dump, he says we need to load the truck first. He thinks the dump is closed at 4:30 pm, but right there on the paper on the fridge it says 4 pm. He is surprised by this. It has not occurred to him to CHECK, in fact, he questions whether or not that is correct information. He also does that; thinks that what I have written on the fridge is incorrect or misleading. It is not.
Sigh.
So we load the truck and rush to the dump before it closes. This means we are NOT doing anything fun today. Nope. Just going to the dump today for our "date night".
Less and less he tries to do something for Saturday. Only if I plan something and work really hard to make it happen. He does very little for our date night.
So we went to the dump and got rid of some stuff. Then he talks to the woman at the dump to let her know about our wooden deck, because he is determined to give it to someone to be used, rather than cut it up and haul it away.
He is SORT OF right, I'd hate to just throw it away too....BUT, here we are in October with this giant deck just sitting on our lawn, and threatening to be there in the spring because "it can't be moved this winter". Then in the spring will he just throw it out, or still be determined for someone else to use it?
We also have the concrete slab sitting in front of the garage. The giant chunk he dragged away from the house because it had broken and tilted away from the rest of the concrete, and had to be removed to repair that slab by the house (which is now a uniform, level deck again).
That slab was supposed to go to a neighbor with cattle, as it can be used in front of a waterer or something similar. Yet, it's been two months, and our neighbor has been too busy or something to come get it.
I think my husband has overstated our neighbor's actual interest in getting it. I don't think our neighbor wants it very badly. I think he "kind of" wanted it, until the reality of how hard it's going to be to move it set in.
My husband also has said that Dan was going to get a concrete saw from his work place to come cut it up so we could move it, but that's not happening either.
We have a slab of concrete that likely weighs more than my car just sitting in the yard now. Right in front of the garage.
So that's how I'm feeling today. No fun date night. Still crap all over our yard, and winter is closing in, and my husband just says "yeah, but it's not going to be easy to get those things moved".
Not impossible, and he knows what it's going to take to move them, but hard enough that they can likely sit there until I am angry all the time and I make his life a burning hell.
So we visited our friends again on the way home from the dump, and their kitten still has the shits all the time. I'm like....I don't know...MAYBE TAKE HIM TO SEE THE VET!!!!!
The did get it some shots and so on, so why not find out why it has the shits so bad that they don't even want it in the house? It's living in their garage, and apparently crapping all over the floor in there, which must be very pleasant for everyone.
L says she has a mysterious pain in her abdomen now, and she's made another appointment to see the doctor, but of course that can't happen for a couple of weeks. She's pretty worried because she just finished having a fairly major surgery for diverticulitis that she's still recovering from.
Once again, we tried to have a nice visit with them, which resulted in us sitting around the table with some tea, which was nice, while the husband and wife both talked as loudly as they could over one another, her trying to talk to me and him trying to talk to my husband, instead of taking turns so we could hear them both. It was awful.
I felt like no one cared about what we were up to, they both just talked, and no one asked how I was doing or anything.
I'm not sure why we visit them. I like them as people, but they are horrible conversationalists. At some point, I just look at my husband and make like there was some reason we had to leave, and we go.
So it wasn't the kind of day where I felt like anything fun or nice particularly was on the menu.
When we got home my Sweetie spent some time in the garage. We MUST get the goat pen set up, and he cleared stuff (shuffled things around some more), and I hope we can get the pen set up tomorrow.
I spent some time walking with Roxy in the horse pasture. I was finally able to bring Dandy over to be with Wonder for a while, and gave everyone some time in the bigger pastures, which I know they appreciated.
Then I went over the goat/pony pasture just to sit at the end of it to be with the goats. The goats otherwise don't explore the larger pasture, they would just stay close to the gate to their corral. If I go with them, they will go out to the far end with me and gnaw on saplings.
So that was nice.
I came in, my Sweetie cooked, and we watched "Lesbian Vampire Hunters" and of course it was awful. That was our "Halloween movie". Neither one of us is big into horror or slasher movies (thankfully), but if it's campy and horrible we sometimes watch that sort of thing.
Good sleep. A little TOO much, as my Sweetie fed the cats and no one woke me up.
We planned to go to the dump, which we did. That got rid of more of the scrap material from the deck mostly, and I managed to remember to get the recycling in the truck too.
What's frustrating, is that in many instances, not just today, my husband NEVER ACTUALLY KNOWS WHEN SOMETHING CLOSES. He THINKS he knows, and doesn't bother to actually find out. At times we've headed to town, with only the most vague idea of when stores close. Does he plan out the day and find out? No, he just tells me what we're doing, then I go "hey, wait a minute", and I look everything up and find out when things close, and we end up doing that "by the hair of our teeth" thing all day long.
Today was no exception. The dump has had the same schedule for YEARS. I have it written on a sheet of paper on our fridge for F's sake, in big, black letters. Does he check it? No.
So today he does NOTHING all day before I wake up. He then says we need to get to the dump now (I thought he would go before I woke up; apparently not). I thought he was going to go to the dump before I got up so that we would do something fun together in the evening.
Nope. He did nothing all morning, and then in the afternoon when it's nearly closing time for the dump, he says we need to load the truck first. He thinks the dump is closed at 4:30 pm, but right there on the paper on the fridge it says 4 pm. He is surprised by this. It has not occurred to him to CHECK, in fact, he questions whether or not that is correct information. He also does that; thinks that what I have written on the fridge is incorrect or misleading. It is not.
Sigh.
So we load the truck and rush to the dump before it closes. This means we are NOT doing anything fun today. Nope. Just going to the dump today for our "date night".
Less and less he tries to do something for Saturday. Only if I plan something and work really hard to make it happen. He does very little for our date night.
So we went to the dump and got rid of some stuff. Then he talks to the woman at the dump to let her know about our wooden deck, because he is determined to give it to someone to be used, rather than cut it up and haul it away.
He is SORT OF right, I'd hate to just throw it away too....BUT, here we are in October with this giant deck just sitting on our lawn, and threatening to be there in the spring because "it can't be moved this winter". Then in the spring will he just throw it out, or still be determined for someone else to use it?
We also have the concrete slab sitting in front of the garage. The giant chunk he dragged away from the house because it had broken and tilted away from the rest of the concrete, and had to be removed to repair that slab by the house (which is now a uniform, level deck again).
That slab was supposed to go to a neighbor with cattle, as it can be used in front of a waterer or something similar. Yet, it's been two months, and our neighbor has been too busy or something to come get it.
I think my husband has overstated our neighbor's actual interest in getting it. I don't think our neighbor wants it very badly. I think he "kind of" wanted it, until the reality of how hard it's going to be to move it set in.
My husband also has said that Dan was going to get a concrete saw from his work place to come cut it up so we could move it, but that's not happening either.
We have a slab of concrete that likely weighs more than my car just sitting in the yard now. Right in front of the garage.
So that's how I'm feeling today. No fun date night. Still crap all over our yard, and winter is closing in, and my husband just says "yeah, but it's not going to be easy to get those things moved".
Not impossible, and he knows what it's going to take to move them, but hard enough that they can likely sit there until I am angry all the time and I make his life a burning hell.
So we visited our friends again on the way home from the dump, and their kitten still has the shits all the time. I'm like....I don't know...MAYBE TAKE HIM TO SEE THE VET!!!!!
The did get it some shots and so on, so why not find out why it has the shits so bad that they don't even want it in the house? It's living in their garage, and apparently crapping all over the floor in there, which must be very pleasant for everyone.
L says she has a mysterious pain in her abdomen now, and she's made another appointment to see the doctor, but of course that can't happen for a couple of weeks. She's pretty worried because she just finished having a fairly major surgery for diverticulitis that she's still recovering from.
Once again, we tried to have a nice visit with them, which resulted in us sitting around the table with some tea, which was nice, while the husband and wife both talked as loudly as they could over one another, her trying to talk to me and him trying to talk to my husband, instead of taking turns so we could hear them both. It was awful.
I felt like no one cared about what we were up to, they both just talked, and no one asked how I was doing or anything.
I'm not sure why we visit them. I like them as people, but they are horrible conversationalists. At some point, I just look at my husband and make like there was some reason we had to leave, and we go.
So it wasn't the kind of day where I felt like anything fun or nice particularly was on the menu.
When we got home my Sweetie spent some time in the garage. We MUST get the goat pen set up, and he cleared stuff (shuffled things around some more), and I hope we can get the pen set up tomorrow.
I spent some time walking with Roxy in the horse pasture. I was finally able to bring Dandy over to be with Wonder for a while, and gave everyone some time in the bigger pastures, which I know they appreciated.
Then I went over the goat/pony pasture just to sit at the end of it to be with the goats. The goats otherwise don't explore the larger pasture, they would just stay close to the gate to their corral. If I go with them, they will go out to the far end with me and gnaw on saplings.
So that was nice.
I came in, my Sweetie cooked, and we watched "Lesbian Vampire Hunters" and of course it was awful. That was our "Halloween movie". Neither one of us is big into horror or slasher movies (thankfully), but if it's campy and horrible we sometimes watch that sort of thing.