It was so warm today that both the Beast and I stayed indoors most of the day. I only went out for a short while when the Beast took Baron for his run this afternoon. I really wanted to check the skies to see if any of the weather predicted for us for tomorrow might hit us earlier than predicted. We are in for a bout of severe thunderstorms according to the National Weather Service. They said tomorrow afternoon/evening but I've learned that they are sometimes wrong. It all depends on how quickly those fronts move. It seemed like it was moving awfully fast there for a while. The bad part is that such hot weather often leads to tornadic activity in those self-same storms.
The skies looked clear so I relaxed for a while. The predictions have remained the same so no need to worry until tomorrow. Time enough then to turn grey(er).
The Beast loved the mattress. He went and ordered one for the Master bedroom, just two inches shorter and slightly different layers. He figures if we aren't totally happy with it, we can switch mattresses. He said, *We don't want our guests to get TOO comfortable anyway.* Smart ass. He's in the guest room again tonight, sleeping soundly. He got up today pain-free! He said he COULD move his leg in a certain way and make the knee start to ache but if he returned it to normal, no pain. That lasted him all day. He was so pleased with himself even when I told him that he could have had the benefits if he had bought me the mattress back when we sold our house in Florida and he had promised to get it for me. He just ignored that and acted like *HE* had discovered this all by himself. Jerk!
I finished up my one small load of dark clothes that was left and took care of that today. The Beast started acting like he was going to do HIS clothes but I told him to wait until tomorrow when he would have to wash the sheets from our bed in preparation for the delivery of the new mattress on Wednesday. He hadn't thought of that even though he doesn't have a lot of clothes that he can pawn off on ME but he CAN ask me to help fold the sheets tomorrow. He just LOVES to give me work to do.
I really overdid it yesterday with all the walking, bending, lifting, going up and down stairs, etc. I was really sore in spots today. BUT...it does show me that I can take care of myself if something happens to the Beast. I would just schedule it out a little differently. AND I would hire someone to take care of the yard for me. I would also cut back the trees that the Beast just refuses to do. It's partly the reason that the peach trees have gone into a complete state of rest. The groves trim them every single year. In eight years, he hasn't trimmed them at all. They have gotten HUGE and misshapen now. I don't think they can even be saved at this point. They aren't exactly shade tree types either without trimming. But what do I know, right?
Today he was bemoaning all the things he can't do (like bending over or kneeling down without trouble). He can't bend over without falling on his face and it annoys the hell out of him that *I* can...LOL. I do it often where he can see it just because of that. Petty of me, I know. But it's just a small part of my getting even for past abuses. It barely counts, trust me.
I discovered a petty thing the Beast did today. When he cleaned off the dresser, he came across some money that Chewlee had saved in this spray can top. He had given her some and so had I plus she added some change of hers that she had in the pocket of her suitcase. She counted it and then asked me to count it to see if she had done it right. She had. She was trying to save $5. up to take to the store to buy herself something ... or me, she said. She didn't know what she wanted to get but she liked the idea of saving for ...something. Today I was going to add some more change to it from my purse and discovered it was gone. I knew immediately that the Beast had taken it and, without thinking or asking, he put it all in the big change jar.
When I asked him, he very self-righteously said HE had given it to her and I told him he hadn't given it ALL to her. Some she had in her suitcase from her Orlando vacation and it was from HER birthday money change. Also *I* had given her some but he just waved his hand at me to dismiss me and said she should have kept it with her then. All I could think about is what an Indian giver he has always been. Mostly to me. He would give me something and then end up giving it to someone else. I told him that he had never gifted me with anything that he didn't take away whenever he was trying to impress someone....at my expense. Chewlee is going to have a terrible lesson to learn about her grandfather. I know this one will break her heart. She will KNOW that he can't be trusted. He GAVE her that money. It was NOT his.
I'll save all my change now for her for a while and we will find a place here in my room (and something better for her to keep it in) so he can't just claim it for his own. You can't do that kind of thing to a child. Am I wrong?
Time to go. I was up to use the bathroom again when I decided to do my blog. I went to bed early because TV was boring. Even the history channel and discovery channels were just reruns. At least tomorrow I can watch Rizzoli and Isles...yay! Love that program but hate that the season this year is so short. That sucks!
Love you all. Be good. Be kind, especially to small animals and children. There are enough mean people in the world. Don't be one of them. ***Hugs***
NO HINT TONIGHT. TOO TIRED TO FIND THE BOOK. TWO TOMORROW, I PROMISE!
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