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gottawonderToday I am grateful for:
That my husband agreed that we did not need to accept an invitation from friends to shoot clay pigeons at 9:30 am today.
A week ago, he got the invitation and thought it was for 1:30 pm, then realized that no, it was 9:30 am.
Our friends were having some kind of gathering that also included sitting outside around a fire and eating or something, but really, who does any kind of social gathering at 9:30 am on New Year's Day?
So we had a quiet day at home, instead.
My husband did some work on the addition before I got up, and really HOW HARD WAS IT?!!!
He decided that he couldn't do any work on the floor in the bedroom in the addition until he did some work on the wiring, so he did some work on the wiring today, and also decided that he could not make more progress until...he got more materials. Yes, you heard it right. He needs more materials.
So, when he determined that, the work halted for the day. He can get those tomorrow after work when he's in the city, and that will likely count as "getting something done" for the day.
Well, at least he did BEGIN on something, and made a plan to continue.
We didn't do much else today. We went outside, did our usual chores, and spent some time picking up frozen pony poop and took a load over to the compost pile.
He did dishes earlier today, and I did several loads of laundry and we got the sheets changed.
Last night we assembled the cat wheel exercise thingy, so today I've been playing with the cats using treats to get them to use it. The two cats I figured were most likely to use it were Jones and Hans, and they are okay running on it. The other two cats are not interested so far.
I talked to Trainwreck, and it was about par for the course. She's actually angry at the guy who bought her pile of garbage, because he is apparently doing a great job of hauling it all to the dump as fast as he can. He's smart, getting rid of anything there that she might still think of as hers, so she'll quit coming out there and digging through it.
Apparently he has the whole shop cleared out. I'm impressed.
She says that next he plans to gut her shitty trailer and renovate the whole thing and live there, so she's freaking out because she thought she would have more time to go out there and take stuff out.
I asked her where she even thought it would go, since she is living in a very small suite, and I know it's already full. She replied that there is an enclosed trailer out there that she feels is still hers that the new owner "put out in a field where I can't get to it" that she had planned to fill with stuff.
So, I asked her where she thought she'd park it, since she lives at a lodge, and I doubt they'd let her keep a storage trailer there. She said she planned on parking it at a relative's place in town. Right. I'm truly sure that she wants Trainwreck to leave a storage trailer there for an unspecified length of time.
Trainwreck is saying that she's not planning to stay at the Lodge, that she's going to buy some other (likely run down shithole in the middle of nowhere) house to go live in. WHY? She never LIVES in these places. She doesn't do crafts, or garden, or entertain people, or do anything that requires more space other than hoards up more shit. That's all she's ever done with any place she has ever lived in. Just packed it right full of shit and drank herself to a stupor every night.
She talked about our Aunt E and Uncle M (Mom's brother). Our Uncle is really in need of more care, his anxiety is over the top, and our Aunt cannot care for him at home. His daughters have him on a list for getting a space at the care home, but the situation sounds quite dire.
I hope they can move him sooner rather than later, for the sake of our Aunt.
Then we ate and watched an episode of "The Expanse".
Yesterday, December 31
Also a quiet day at home mostly.
My husband did do something downstairs, not sure what.
Then we went to see River.
R had moved his herd to a pen that doesn't have any trees in it, in anticipation of fire works.
River was REALLY distracted by the fire works, which is a surprise to me, since they really weren't that loud, just popping sounds, but he was pretty much unable to focus.
I wasn't accomplishing much with him, then the other rider I often see in the evening showed up, and just having her horse (who wasn't worried) helped him a lot.
So, we did stay and do some work, though I opted to do only ground work.
It was nice to have her there, and we visited.
Then we went home and watched "Moonstruck" (I had forgotten how odd that movie was, even though it's fun), and assembled the cat wheel exercise thingy.
I did talk to my husband AGAIN about everything, because while we may have reached some kind of semi-truce, I still didn't feel like he really understood how I feel about everything. He has a hard time really absorbing my words because he just freezes over and no matter what I say after "I'm not happy" he only thinks "you hate me" or "I'm not good enough", and that I must want to leave.
He doesn't really take any responsibility for the fact that HE TOOK ON THE PROJECT OF THIS HOUSE, so by god why don't we actually finish it so we can get on with our lives?
Truly, I am so tired of spending most of my adult life always working on some damn house or another, and having it suck all the money and time and energy out of my life. MY WHOLE ADULT LIFE has been "working on the house".
I would like to just finish with it, and do OTHER THINGS now.
I learned that there are no skeletons from the wreck of the Titanic, because the water at that depth has very little minerals in it, and the bones dissolved very quickly in those conditions.
https://www.npr.org/2013/04/19/177944080/studying-earth-to-learn-about-mars#:~:text=And%20the%20water%20in%20the,the%20bones%2C%20the%20bones%20dissolve.
That my husband agreed that we did not need to accept an invitation from friends to shoot clay pigeons at 9:30 am today.
A week ago, he got the invitation and thought it was for 1:30 pm, then realized that no, it was 9:30 am.
Our friends were having some kind of gathering that also included sitting outside around a fire and eating or something, but really, who does any kind of social gathering at 9:30 am on New Year's Day?
So we had a quiet day at home, instead.
My husband did some work on the addition before I got up, and really HOW HARD WAS IT?!!!
He decided that he couldn't do any work on the floor in the bedroom in the addition until he did some work on the wiring, so he did some work on the wiring today, and also decided that he could not make more progress until...he got more materials. Yes, you heard it right. He needs more materials.
So, when he determined that, the work halted for the day. He can get those tomorrow after work when he's in the city, and that will likely count as "getting something done" for the day.
Well, at least he did BEGIN on something, and made a plan to continue.
We didn't do much else today. We went outside, did our usual chores, and spent some time picking up frozen pony poop and took a load over to the compost pile.
He did dishes earlier today, and I did several loads of laundry and we got the sheets changed.
Last night we assembled the cat wheel exercise thingy, so today I've been playing with the cats using treats to get them to use it. The two cats I figured were most likely to use it were Jones and Hans, and they are okay running on it. The other two cats are not interested so far.
I talked to Trainwreck, and it was about par for the course. She's actually angry at the guy who bought her pile of garbage, because he is apparently doing a great job of hauling it all to the dump as fast as he can. He's smart, getting rid of anything there that she might still think of as hers, so she'll quit coming out there and digging through it.
Apparently he has the whole shop cleared out. I'm impressed.
She says that next he plans to gut her shitty trailer and renovate the whole thing and live there, so she's freaking out because she thought she would have more time to go out there and take stuff out.
I asked her where she even thought it would go, since she is living in a very small suite, and I know it's already full. She replied that there is an enclosed trailer out there that she feels is still hers that the new owner "put out in a field where I can't get to it" that she had planned to fill with stuff.
So, I asked her where she thought she'd park it, since she lives at a lodge, and I doubt they'd let her keep a storage trailer there. She said she planned on parking it at a relative's place in town. Right. I'm truly sure that she wants Trainwreck to leave a storage trailer there for an unspecified length of time.
Trainwreck is saying that she's not planning to stay at the Lodge, that she's going to buy some other (likely run down shithole in the middle of nowhere) house to go live in. WHY? She never LIVES in these places. She doesn't do crafts, or garden, or entertain people, or do anything that requires more space other than hoards up more shit. That's all she's ever done with any place she has ever lived in. Just packed it right full of shit and drank herself to a stupor every night.
She talked about our Aunt E and Uncle M (Mom's brother). Our Uncle is really in need of more care, his anxiety is over the top, and our Aunt cannot care for him at home. His daughters have him on a list for getting a space at the care home, but the situation sounds quite dire.
I hope they can move him sooner rather than later, for the sake of our Aunt.
Then we ate and watched an episode of "The Expanse".
Yesterday, December 31
Also a quiet day at home mostly.
My husband did do something downstairs, not sure what.
Then we went to see River.
R had moved his herd to a pen that doesn't have any trees in it, in anticipation of fire works.
River was REALLY distracted by the fire works, which is a surprise to me, since they really weren't that loud, just popping sounds, but he was pretty much unable to focus.
I wasn't accomplishing much with him, then the other rider I often see in the evening showed up, and just having her horse (who wasn't worried) helped him a lot.
So, we did stay and do some work, though I opted to do only ground work.
It was nice to have her there, and we visited.
Then we went home and watched "Moonstruck" (I had forgotten how odd that movie was, even though it's fun), and assembled the cat wheel exercise thingy.
I did talk to my husband AGAIN about everything, because while we may have reached some kind of semi-truce, I still didn't feel like he really understood how I feel about everything. He has a hard time really absorbing my words because he just freezes over and no matter what I say after "I'm not happy" he only thinks "you hate me" or "I'm not good enough", and that I must want to leave.
He doesn't really take any responsibility for the fact that HE TOOK ON THE PROJECT OF THIS HOUSE, so by god why don't we actually finish it so we can get on with our lives?
Truly, I am so tired of spending most of my adult life always working on some damn house or another, and having it suck all the money and time and energy out of my life. MY WHOLE ADULT LIFE has been "working on the house".
I would like to just finish with it, and do OTHER THINGS now.
I learned that there are no skeletons from the wreck of the Titanic, because the water at that depth has very little minerals in it, and the bones dissolved very quickly in those conditions.
https://www.npr.org/2013/04/19/177944080/studying-earth-to-learn-about-mars#:~:text=And%20the%20water%20in%20the,the%20bones%2C%20the%20bones%20dissolve.
