Monday, September 19, 2016

The Beast And The Floor, Part 2.....

Today, the Beast's first priority (after breakfast) was finishing up the floor.  He swept it up to make sure it was clean and clear and then put down the second coat of wax.  After it was dry, he decided that the floor needed a bit of walking on before he decided if he was going to put down a third coat or strip all the wax off it and start fresh.

So, when I woke up, the floor was dry and everything back in it's place.  Funny, but if you don't look too close, the floor looks nice.  It's shiny and bright and actually makes me smile when I see it.  Don't ask me why.  I'm just a bit nutty, I guess.  It will probably be at least a week before the Beast decides exactly what he will do about the floor.  I know he dreads the idea of stripping the floor of all the wax (there's old wax on it, remember).  It's always so messy but he CAN use the floor scrubber so that may help him decide, one way or another.

Our day was on the quiet side with the Beast just doing one load of laundry (his undies, T-shirts and socks) that I folded for him.  We do have one problem that has us worried, however.  Baron has stopped eating.  This is the second day.  It's obvious that he isn't feeling well so the Beast has stopped giving him the medication that the vet gave him.  It's only temporary until we see if he gets his appetite back.  His lethargy is so bad that Baron wouldn't even leave our yard when the Beast tried to take him for a run on his scooter.  We are both keeping the doors open for him and letting him select where he wants to sleep tonight.  Right now he's in the guest room, asleep on the rug.  Earlier he was in our bedroom, on his mattress.  It kind of scares me.  He doesn't usually go two days without eating.  He's drinking a lot of water.  I filled up his bowl twice today.  I added some ice this last time since he seems to like that.  Now it's just wait and see.

I was sitting in my computer room, playing my game, when something on the game reminded me of my aunt and uncle, who live in California.  I thought about the fact that they might not have been contacted about the death of my brother, Uncle Icky.    They had gotten to know Icky while he lived with us there for a while so he wasn't just a memory of a little kid.  I decided to call them (and find out how they were since it had been almost a year the last time I spoke with them.  The Beast and I used to hang out with them.  They were a lot of fun and they loved getting to know my two brothers when they (my brothers) lived with us for a while.  They were shocked, to say the least.  They knew that he was #5 of us 7 siblings.  But they expressed their condolences and asked that we tell the rest of the kids how sorry they were to hear about him.

It was so nice to talk to them.  My aunt, AJ, got on the other phone so all three of us were able to talk.  My uncle said he was 90 now and he had to use a walker to get around.  AJ said she had to use a cane.  We talked about what a bitch it is to get old when you don't feel like you are...in your heart.  I was surprised to hear that they now have 10 great-grandchildren and most of their kids, grandkids and great-grands live in Texas, of all places.  Their daughter, Robin, lives in Arizona, and one granddaughter lives near them and she has two of their great-grands.  They are both girls, ages 1 and 4.  They said they were glad that they lived nearby since that helped them feel much younger than their bodies were acting....LOL.  I understood completely what they meant.  The only thing better than grandchildren is great-grandchildren.

Well, it's late and my eyes are slamming shut.  Time to get this posted.  Love you all.  I hope you are having a great week.  ***Hugs***

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