Thursday, December 5
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gottawonderToday I am grateful for:
Reasonably nice weather again today. Hovering around 0 C.
I didn't do a LOT today.
I talked with Trainwreck today, and again I am struck by how different she is when she's sober. She actually has conversations.
I talked for awhile about me trying to get things going on the house...somewhere! We got the wood stove in, which is great, and then nothing at all for the month of November. Time to pick something and get going again.
Trainwreck is trying to come up with the money to get her old car safety inspected, since she moved from one province to another (each province has it's own insurance, and vehicles have to pass a safety inspection before they get insured).
She's making it sound like she just won't have a car if she can't find the money, BUT, she still has an old truck that runs that her son is driving, that she could sell. She also has ANOTHER old truck that is NOT running sitting back in Manitoba that she could sell.
She's just....not selling them? She makes it sound like "they're just worth so much more than what I can sell them for", which is just puzzling to me. She couldn't afford the gas to run a truck, can't afford to get them safetied, and so on, so ...just sell them?
This is her way again of avoiding making decisions, and trying to KEEP THINGS that she doesn't need. She can sort of keep those vehicles by doing things like letting her son use one, park the other at a friend's house, and so on. She does this with all kinds of stuff. Tries to keep it at other people's places when she has no where to keep it now that she is in an apartment. I don't know why ANYONE would just let someone park an old, not running truck in their yard for an indefinite period of time.
It's a weird thing. Our "house helping friends" who live near us have a few old vehicles that a friend of theirs parked there, and those old heaps of crap have been there for at least ten years. Why would you let someone do that?
I let Trainwreck know that there was a "low income center" in her city, that might help her with things like getting her tax return done. She actually seemed interested in that.
She even made a little noise about trying to find something to do with herself besides sit in her suite alone, sleeping all day.
I got into it with my Sweetie about working on the future bedroom in the addition. Almost two weeks ago, I sweetly talked to him about doing something in there again, and made all the nice noises about how we could problem solve together about doing something in there...and nothing.
So today was a lot less nice, but I thought I was fair. Not yelling or anything, just a lot more serious.
He hadn't put away any of the tools that were stacked in there, none of the assorted crap that all DOES have a place that is NOT lying on the floor of that future bedroom. He hadn't made ONE STEP towards clearing it to start work or finding the appropriate tools, nothing.
I DID put away a ton of stuff from that room. A huge pile of jackets and mittens and such from last year, I washed a lot of it and hung it up or put it away. I took out some animal accessories and put them away in the drawers we have now in the mud room.
So now what?
When he got home, we had to pick up my car from the mechanic's. It got winter tires put on and when the mechanic was doing this, he noticed how bad the ball joints (connecting the wheels to the axle) were, and said they needed replacing. So that got done, and we picked up the car and it's home.
My Sweetie had brought in a long piece of nice wood to act as the top for a half wall above the steps going into the basement. We discussed what kind of finishing we wanted for it, just varnish because the grain is very nice.
Then he worked on fixing a piece of trim on a nice box he brought home from someone who was going to toss it. This box was sitting in the future bedroom, and has been there about a year because it was a "project" and couldn't go on to a permanent location. I had identified this as something that needed attention in our "nice" discussion two weeks ago.
This is a kind of blanket box type thing, that will go at the foot of the bed in the guest room for linens.
I haven't looked to see if he put anything else away.
While he was doing that, I worked with Wonder and Dandy in the big pasture. Dandy was great. When I asked him to walk with me around the big pasture there was no hesitation and no leaving.
Wonder was once again a pinhead, and she kept leaving. She's a sweet horse, but very frustrating.
I had a bath when I came in, because I was simultaneously a bit chilled and also sweaty from walking in the snow.
We ate and watched more "Scooby Doo". I am not too sure why my sweetie is so determined to watch all of these. They're okay, but there really isn't much substance with them at all. He is fond of shows that are kind of ridiculous. I am okay with that sometimes, but ALL THE TIME???? At least he's been letting me pick movies for the weekend.
One thing that bugs me about Scooby Doo, is that he is a talking dog. A dog who should be able to smell people and recognize their scent. Why is he unable to figure out that the person in the disguise is actually so and so that runs the coffee shop or is one of their friends? Why do they always make it like Scooby thinks something is a mermaid or a demon or something, when he should be able to smell that it's a human?
Why does someone in a costume all of a sudden have the strength to pick up their van, or crash through a wall, or jump twenty feet into the air? They come up with devices powerful enough to blow things up with a beam from their hand, or something equally nuts like ride a horse that looks like a ghost but obviously has to be a real horse, but the horse can fly or outrun a car. Sometimes they give a partial explanation saying "I used helium to fly" when helium wouldn't be enough to make a person zip and dive like a large bird, just float. It's stupid.
Reasonably nice weather again today. Hovering around 0 C.
I didn't do a LOT today.
I talked with Trainwreck today, and again I am struck by how different she is when she's sober. She actually has conversations.
I talked for awhile about me trying to get things going on the house...somewhere! We got the wood stove in, which is great, and then nothing at all for the month of November. Time to pick something and get going again.
Trainwreck is trying to come up with the money to get her old car safety inspected, since she moved from one province to another (each province has it's own insurance, and vehicles have to pass a safety inspection before they get insured).
She's making it sound like she just won't have a car if she can't find the money, BUT, she still has an old truck that runs that her son is driving, that she could sell. She also has ANOTHER old truck that is NOT running sitting back in Manitoba that she could sell.
She's just....not selling them? She makes it sound like "they're just worth so much more than what I can sell them for", which is just puzzling to me. She couldn't afford the gas to run a truck, can't afford to get them safetied, and so on, so ...just sell them?
This is her way again of avoiding making decisions, and trying to KEEP THINGS that she doesn't need. She can sort of keep those vehicles by doing things like letting her son use one, park the other at a friend's house, and so on. She does this with all kinds of stuff. Tries to keep it at other people's places when she has no where to keep it now that she is in an apartment. I don't know why ANYONE would just let someone park an old, not running truck in their yard for an indefinite period of time.
It's a weird thing. Our "house helping friends" who live near us have a few old vehicles that a friend of theirs parked there, and those old heaps of crap have been there for at least ten years. Why would you let someone do that?
I let Trainwreck know that there was a "low income center" in her city, that might help her with things like getting her tax return done. She actually seemed interested in that.
She even made a little noise about trying to find something to do with herself besides sit in her suite alone, sleeping all day.
I got into it with my Sweetie about working on the future bedroom in the addition. Almost two weeks ago, I sweetly talked to him about doing something in there again, and made all the nice noises about how we could problem solve together about doing something in there...and nothing.
So today was a lot less nice, but I thought I was fair. Not yelling or anything, just a lot more serious.
He hadn't put away any of the tools that were stacked in there, none of the assorted crap that all DOES have a place that is NOT lying on the floor of that future bedroom. He hadn't made ONE STEP towards clearing it to start work or finding the appropriate tools, nothing.
I DID put away a ton of stuff from that room. A huge pile of jackets and mittens and such from last year, I washed a lot of it and hung it up or put it away. I took out some animal accessories and put them away in the drawers we have now in the mud room.
So now what?
When he got home, we had to pick up my car from the mechanic's. It got winter tires put on and when the mechanic was doing this, he noticed how bad the ball joints (connecting the wheels to the axle) were, and said they needed replacing. So that got done, and we picked up the car and it's home.
My Sweetie had brought in a long piece of nice wood to act as the top for a half wall above the steps going into the basement. We discussed what kind of finishing we wanted for it, just varnish because the grain is very nice.
Then he worked on fixing a piece of trim on a nice box he brought home from someone who was going to toss it. This box was sitting in the future bedroom, and has been there about a year because it was a "project" and couldn't go on to a permanent location. I had identified this as something that needed attention in our "nice" discussion two weeks ago.
This is a kind of blanket box type thing, that will go at the foot of the bed in the guest room for linens.
I haven't looked to see if he put anything else away.
While he was doing that, I worked with Wonder and Dandy in the big pasture. Dandy was great. When I asked him to walk with me around the big pasture there was no hesitation and no leaving.
Wonder was once again a pinhead, and she kept leaving. She's a sweet horse, but very frustrating.
I had a bath when I came in, because I was simultaneously a bit chilled and also sweaty from walking in the snow.
We ate and watched more "Scooby Doo". I am not too sure why my sweetie is so determined to watch all of these. They're okay, but there really isn't much substance with them at all. He is fond of shows that are kind of ridiculous. I am okay with that sometimes, but ALL THE TIME???? At least he's been letting me pick movies for the weekend.
One thing that bugs me about Scooby Doo, is that he is a talking dog. A dog who should be able to smell people and recognize their scent. Why is he unable to figure out that the person in the disguise is actually so and so that runs the coffee shop or is one of their friends? Why do they always make it like Scooby thinks something is a mermaid or a demon or something, when he should be able to smell that it's a human?
Why does someone in a costume all of a sudden have the strength to pick up their van, or crash through a wall, or jump twenty feet into the air? They come up with devices powerful enough to blow things up with a beam from their hand, or something equally nuts like ride a horse that looks like a ghost but obviously has to be a real horse, but the horse can fly or outrun a car. Sometimes they give a partial explanation saying "I used helium to fly" when helium wouldn't be enough to make a person zip and dive like a large bird, just float. It's stupid.
