Last fall, our sweet old lady cat, BabyCat, was having some control issues. We figured it was probably the end of her and the hubby took her to the vet for the first time in 14 years. She had some fancy tests run, they told him about all the things that needed fixing that we didn't know about and gave the kitty some antibiotics for the infection that was causing her actual issues. Honestly, we spend more money on the cat at that appointment than we had spent on her the entire 9 years she's been with us. But, she wasn't dead or dying so the entire family considered that money well spent.
Saturday morning, I noticed that BabyCat was moving very tentatively. She seemed unable to move her right hind leg. Of course, she'd gotten herself from the floor to the couch without the leg, so maybe nothing was really going on with her. The husband and I took turns watching her throughout the day and decided that she'd probably had a stroke or something since she wasn't able to do anything with that rear leg. Once again, we were worried that this spelled the end of our family's kitty. As we were giving each other the look, our sweet girl came down and asked us what was wrong. Not wanting to alarm her, we explained that we were just watching the cat. She then said something along the lines of "oh, is she still hurt from being pounced on by the puppy?" Suddenly, our beloved cat was not almost dead, but really was possibly injured!
Husband tried to assess the situation by moving the cat and she yowled at him. With our immense knowledge of the cat physique we watched the cat walk around a little more and came to the conclusion that her leg, or maybe her hip, was broken. Off we went to the 24 Hour Vet Clinic, BabyCat loaded into her fancy carrier and puppy admonished for his rough puppy play.
Let me say right here - we do not come from "over spenders" when it comes to our pets. My FIL would have "lost" the cat months ago. He was busy raising five kids and working. Money did not get spent for a vet to give a cat medicine! My parents would have taken the cat to the vet, but only for "reasonable" treatment, which leaves a lot open to interpretation! And maybe, I think, my dad would have told us the cat had been to the vet, when really, he too would have "lost" the cat months ago.
After the vet examined the cat, he told us he needed to do x-rays to determine if there was a break in a bone or a tear in a ligament or muscle. We got the price, cringed a little and agreed. We had already discussed that we could not just let the cat wander around in horrible pain with a broken bone, so we were prepared for this one. The x-rays showed good news. Nothing was broken, the ligaments were still attached. The vet pointed to an area of the cat's leg and said there was a muscle tear. He told us that it could really only be fixed with an MRI and surgery. Apparently, our wide eyed, head shaking convinced him that we weren't going there. He next suggested that we could either keep the cat comfortable or brace her leg (insert my crazed giggles here) since we were opposed to surgery. What an awful way to put things to worried pet owners! If things had been more serious, would that be how you put it? We are "opposed" to treating our pet effectively?
It's not that we are opposed to surgery, guy. You are talking about going in to operate on a geriatric cat who probably won't make it out of the anesthesia. You are speaking to two working people who have teenagers planning to attend college in a couple of years. We love the cat. But, we'll opt for the "keep her comfortable" with kitty morphine over paying off her surgery for the next 10 years!
After multiple doses of her kitty pain meds, BabyCat is moving gently about the house. She is eating, drinking and doing cat stuff, which seems to indicate that she's recovering. We'll continue to love her and we're all going to make sure that she only has to play with the puppy when she wants to. I am happy we were able to help her this weekend. I know that the day is coming when she's going to find a comfortable spot to lay down and she won't be getting up. But, until then, she's going to keep being the queen of the house, happy to grace us with her presence!
Monday, March 30, 2015
Sunday, March 22, 2015
Questions, Unanswered
September 11, 2001 - There's not an adult in the United States who doesn't immediately recognize that infamous date. For some, the date is only historically significant. For me, that is the date that I lost my daddy. It's a tough day, every year, but part of what makes it so hard is that our entire country mourns/celebrates together and I sound like a petulant child when I don't want to participate. I don't want to participate because Daddy didn't just pass away on 9/11. He wasn't in New York, or on a plane. My dad decided to take his own life that day.
There is no way to repair the scar that left on my soul. I was an adult, married with two children, but I still felt that somehow, Dad's choice to end his life was something that I could have prevented. I questioned my behavior, and things that I had done, for years prior to 2001, trying to figure out what I could have done differently. I met with pastors, counselors, therapists and small groups to deal with the pain. I read books. I talked to my children about my dad. I talked to my grandmother about her son, my dad. I learned how to cope, how to function, how to avoid 9/11 memorials, because life goes on, even though my dad is gone. Learning how to keep moving took time. I had small children, so I had to keep going, but it took a long time to start feeling "normal" again. It's been almost fourteen years though, and I still cry sometimes because I miss my dad.
What would have happened if Dad had talked to somebody? A pastor, a therapist or a doctor? What if he didn't think he had to carry his burden alone? What if he admitted that he needed help? What if he had made a less permanent choice? What if he had left a note that he had checked into a hospital for help, instead of the one we got?
What would Dad think of Sweet Girl's artistic ability? What would he say about Baby Girl's ability to sing? Would their personalities make him smile like their little baby smiles did? Wouldn't my dad love all of his little grandsons? Would he be surprised that my sister's oldest son looks just like he did when he was a kid? Would he be in town every weekend to watch the grandson's play sports?
I have all these questions that spin through my head when I think about my dad. I can imagine what the answers would be, but I won't ever know for sure. When I tell my daughters or my nephews how much their grandfather would have liked something, they don't know if I am telling the truth or just making up stories for them.
All these things are rushing around in my head because I don't know how to talk to a friend.
I have a friend who is handling things in their life like Dad did in the months leading up to his suicide. Sleeping, hiding, self-medicating, avoiding so many things that might expose the pain they are experiencing. Like Dad, this friend has so many people who love them and want to help. Unfortunately, like Dad, this friend puts on a beautiful smile for everyone else to see. They are busy taking care of others, but not taking care of themselves.
I don't know how to make sure that I save my friend. I want to help them find the right kind of help, because I am very aware that, other than loving them, I am not equipped to provide all the help that they need. I know so many people who are praying for this friend. There are candles burning for this person and masses being said in their name. Blessings are being asked, but I think it's time for action so that the children of my friend aren't left with unanswered questions of their own.
There is no way to repair the scar that left on my soul. I was an adult, married with two children, but I still felt that somehow, Dad's choice to end his life was something that I could have prevented. I questioned my behavior, and things that I had done, for years prior to 2001, trying to figure out what I could have done differently. I met with pastors, counselors, therapists and small groups to deal with the pain. I read books. I talked to my children about my dad. I talked to my grandmother about her son, my dad. I learned how to cope, how to function, how to avoid 9/11 memorials, because life goes on, even though my dad is gone. Learning how to keep moving took time. I had small children, so I had to keep going, but it took a long time to start feeling "normal" again. It's been almost fourteen years though, and I still cry sometimes because I miss my dad.
What would have happened if Dad had talked to somebody? A pastor, a therapist or a doctor? What if he didn't think he had to carry his burden alone? What if he admitted that he needed help? What if he had made a less permanent choice? What if he had left a note that he had checked into a hospital for help, instead of the one we got?
What would Dad think of Sweet Girl's artistic ability? What would he say about Baby Girl's ability to sing? Would their personalities make him smile like their little baby smiles did? Wouldn't my dad love all of his little grandsons? Would he be surprised that my sister's oldest son looks just like he did when he was a kid? Would he be in town every weekend to watch the grandson's play sports?
I have all these questions that spin through my head when I think about my dad. I can imagine what the answers would be, but I won't ever know for sure. When I tell my daughters or my nephews how much their grandfather would have liked something, they don't know if I am telling the truth or just making up stories for them.
All these things are rushing around in my head because I don't know how to talk to a friend.
I have a friend who is handling things in their life like Dad did in the months leading up to his suicide. Sleeping, hiding, self-medicating, avoiding so many things that might expose the pain they are experiencing. Like Dad, this friend has so many people who love them and want to help. Unfortunately, like Dad, this friend puts on a beautiful smile for everyone else to see. They are busy taking care of others, but not taking care of themselves.
I don't know how to make sure that I save my friend. I want to help them find the right kind of help, because I am very aware that, other than loving them, I am not equipped to provide all the help that they need. I know so many people who are praying for this friend. There are candles burning for this person and masses being said in their name. Blessings are being asked, but I think it's time for action so that the children of my friend aren't left with unanswered questions of their own.
Saturday, March 21, 2015
Clean eating?
Last week, my sweet husband signed us up for an exciting evening of touring the local grocery store with our Chiropractor. As a modern woman who would love to be very healthy and, of course, look like my 25 year old self, I agreed to go and see if I could learn something new. (Disclaimer here - I've wanted to be healthy and look like my younger self for a while now. I've been reading avidly about this for YEARS!)
A few years ago, I read Wheatbelly and it changed my life! I gave up my gluten laden favorites and started feeling way better. Also, I am sure that I felt better because I dropped about 20 pounds in six months! At the end of that six months, sweet husband was told by his doctor that he needed to try to go vegan so I read some more books. I especially enjoyed It Starts with Food that my general practitioner recommended. The book suggested a lot of things that made sense and like Wheatbelly, I could really buy into the science of it all. Hubby, in his vegan quest, recommended Forks over Knives, which I read and tried to implement for him. Our food bill increased, I got frustrated fixing three separate meals most nights and some of our improvements were dismissed quickly, while others just eventually didn't happen any more.
Over the last few months, life around here has changed drastically. There are only three of us to eat at home together and we spent most of January and February eating out. I have been slack about eating gluten, Hubby has been making less than great decisions about his own food and Baby Girl keeps complaining that there is no food in the house. So, we have arrived at Thursday and our trip to the grocery store with Dr. Joe.
We met in front of the in store Starbucks and I was pretty happy that Dr. Joe didn't comment on my venti hot chocolate. The initial things we talked about where things that I was familiar with - stick to the perimeter, fresh not processed. Moving to the produce section, I was pleased to already know some things, but it was great to learn about different lettuces. It's one thing to read, "Eat darker, more colorful greens." It's way more helpful to learn what the different things taste like, how to prepare them, what you can use them to replace and how to select these "weird" veggies! As we headed to the "Organic/Special Diet/Pricey" section, I had already created a great list of things that we could easily add to our menus!
In the "Health Foods" section, as Kroger calls it, we discussed milk, yogurt, butter and kombucha. I liked learning about different benefits of all the types of milk, but I decided that I'm sticking with my Mayfield. I just won't mention that to Dr. Joe. There was a group of us shopping together. The other women were not as well read as I am about this healthy eating, but they both knew and loved this drink that Dr. Joe was praising. I've heard of kombucha, but only in jokes or comments making fun of foo-foo people. Hubby and I were very willing to try this beverage that everyone was raving about so we picked two bottles from the flavors that were suggested.
The group cruised the perimeter of the store for almost two hours. There were lots of little lessons that Hubby and I took away from the trip. Turns out, we are eating the "good cheeses" more than we're eating the not so good ones, most of the processed stuff that we eat is stuff that we won't miss too much, and most importantly just because it's not "good" doesn't mean it's "BAD"! This is really good because I'm pretty sure I won't be giving up Coke and Chocolate and Hubby won't be cutting out his Diet Dr. Pepper or tuna sandwiches!
After we finished, we were happy with the things we had learned and had some conversation about which changes we'd be implementing first. Since we are both such fans of our carbonated beverages, we decided to share our kombucha drink to start down the path of healthier hydration. Kombucha is disgusting! The stuff we bought had chia seeds in it. The liquid tasted like sweetened vinegar with tadpoles in it. (No, I do not actually know what tadpoles taste like, but I have a GREAT imagination!)
My personal take away from the night was kind of like I had read another fantastic book. I know more than I did. I absolutely know what I need to do to feel better, lose weight and be healthier. I also know what changes I can make initially! I hit the grocery store this weekend and made sure that the fridge is stocked with high quality meat, healthy veggies and no more processed foods. We did NOT purchase any tadpole juice! Maybe some day we will decide that we can try a different flavor. In the meantime, I am going to be making changes for the entire family. Hopefully, we'll start feeling and looking better really fast.
A few years ago, I read Wheatbelly and it changed my life! I gave up my gluten laden favorites and started feeling way better. Also, I am sure that I felt better because I dropped about 20 pounds in six months! At the end of that six months, sweet husband was told by his doctor that he needed to try to go vegan so I read some more books. I especially enjoyed It Starts with Food that my general practitioner recommended. The book suggested a lot of things that made sense and like Wheatbelly, I could really buy into the science of it all. Hubby, in his vegan quest, recommended Forks over Knives, which I read and tried to implement for him. Our food bill increased, I got frustrated fixing three separate meals most nights and some of our improvements were dismissed quickly, while others just eventually didn't happen any more.
Over the last few months, life around here has changed drastically. There are only three of us to eat at home together and we spent most of January and February eating out. I have been slack about eating gluten, Hubby has been making less than great decisions about his own food and Baby Girl keeps complaining that there is no food in the house. So, we have arrived at Thursday and our trip to the grocery store with Dr. Joe.
We met in front of the in store Starbucks and I was pretty happy that Dr. Joe didn't comment on my venti hot chocolate. The initial things we talked about where things that I was familiar with - stick to the perimeter, fresh not processed. Moving to the produce section, I was pleased to already know some things, but it was great to learn about different lettuces. It's one thing to read, "Eat darker, more colorful greens." It's way more helpful to learn what the different things taste like, how to prepare them, what you can use them to replace and how to select these "weird" veggies! As we headed to the "Organic/Special Diet/Pricey" section, I had already created a great list of things that we could easily add to our menus!
In the "Health Foods" section, as Kroger calls it, we discussed milk, yogurt, butter and kombucha. I liked learning about different benefits of all the types of milk, but I decided that I'm sticking with my Mayfield. I just won't mention that to Dr. Joe. There was a group of us shopping together. The other women were not as well read as I am about this healthy eating, but they both knew and loved this drink that Dr. Joe was praising. I've heard of kombucha, but only in jokes or comments making fun of foo-foo people. Hubby and I were very willing to try this beverage that everyone was raving about so we picked two bottles from the flavors that were suggested.
The group cruised the perimeter of the store for almost two hours. There were lots of little lessons that Hubby and I took away from the trip. Turns out, we are eating the "good cheeses" more than we're eating the not so good ones, most of the processed stuff that we eat is stuff that we won't miss too much, and most importantly just because it's not "good" doesn't mean it's "BAD"! This is really good because I'm pretty sure I won't be giving up Coke and Chocolate and Hubby won't be cutting out his Diet Dr. Pepper or tuna sandwiches!
After we finished, we were happy with the things we had learned and had some conversation about which changes we'd be implementing first. Since we are both such fans of our carbonated beverages, we decided to share our kombucha drink to start down the path of healthier hydration. Kombucha is disgusting! The stuff we bought had chia seeds in it. The liquid tasted like sweetened vinegar with tadpoles in it. (No, I do not actually know what tadpoles taste like, but I have a GREAT imagination!)
My personal take away from the night was kind of like I had read another fantastic book. I know more than I did. I absolutely know what I need to do to feel better, lose weight and be healthier. I also know what changes I can make initially! I hit the grocery store this weekend and made sure that the fridge is stocked with high quality meat, healthy veggies and no more processed foods. We did NOT purchase any tadpole juice! Maybe some day we will decide that we can try a different flavor. In the meantime, I am going to be making changes for the entire family. Hopefully, we'll start feeling and looking better really fast.
Friday, March 20, 2015
Am I Really Whining About This?
On the way to work this morning, I was cursing the obnoxious noise my windshield wipers make. "This is so aggravating. God, I need new ones, again! Just one more thing on the list..."
As I turned up the radio to drown out that annoyance, I became frustrated at the music that was playing on my favorite stations. None of them had anything playing that I wanted to hear.
I pulled into the Starbucks line to use up some gift cards I had gotten from students last year. The gift cards were crowding my tiny purse so they needed to go! Of course the lady at Starbucks had to inform me that they were out of my first choice of breakfast - no protein boxes! And my second choice - seriously, no chocolate croissants? It seemed to be yet another sign that this was just an awful day.
Practically frothing at this point, I was getting really angry and upset. I decided to actually write the list of things I need as soon as I got to work so that I could make a plan to correct this horrible injustice.
As I stared at my clean sheet of cute stationery that I had labeled, "$&!+ List" it hit me. I got a little teary as I thought of what I needed to write and it practically smacked me in the face. I truly have nothing to go on the list. Nothing, nada, zip.
My life is certainly not perfect, but it is really, really good. My husband and I love each other. My kids are healthy, smart, young ladies who are finally starting to really discover themselves. I have everything that I need to survive and thrive. Apparently, I woke up on the very wrong side of the bed this morning and was ready and willing to head down the bitter path of anger and frustration.
I know we all have those mornings. Sometimes we all get a good distance down that path, but it's not where I like to be. I didn't need a "wake up" call to turn myself around but there are days that I do. I need to figure out how to build a gate on that path so I don't even get started on it. Because, believe me, it is very easy to start down it and there are crazy amounts of damage that can be done once I'm too far along.
As I turned up the radio to drown out that annoyance, I became frustrated at the music that was playing on my favorite stations. None of them had anything playing that I wanted to hear.
I pulled into the Starbucks line to use up some gift cards I had gotten from students last year. The gift cards were crowding my tiny purse so they needed to go! Of course the lady at Starbucks had to inform me that they were out of my first choice of breakfast - no protein boxes! And my second choice - seriously, no chocolate croissants? It seemed to be yet another sign that this was just an awful day.
Practically frothing at this point, I was getting really angry and upset. I decided to actually write the list of things I need as soon as I got to work so that I could make a plan to correct this horrible injustice.
As I stared at my clean sheet of cute stationery that I had labeled, "$&!+ List" it hit me. I got a little teary as I thought of what I needed to write and it practically smacked me in the face. I truly have nothing to go on the list. Nothing, nada, zip.
My life is certainly not perfect, but it is really, really good. My husband and I love each other. My kids are healthy, smart, young ladies who are finally starting to really discover themselves. I have everything that I need to survive and thrive. Apparently, I woke up on the very wrong side of the bed this morning and was ready and willing to head down the bitter path of anger and frustration.
I know we all have those mornings. Sometimes we all get a good distance down that path, but it's not where I like to be. I didn't need a "wake up" call to turn myself around but there are days that I do. I need to figure out how to build a gate on that path so I don't even get started on it. Because, believe me, it is very easy to start down it and there are crazy amounts of damage that can be done once I'm too far along.
Friendship - a hard lesson to teach
Recently, I've spent a lot of time thinking about friends. This is something I have to teach my children about and there is not a convenient handbook! It's hard to tell them all that they need to know, so I've tried to share my knowledge by example.
There are some friends that I talk to everyday, who help me stay grounded and focused. Some of these friendships are deep, meaningful and incredibly important. These friends know me and what's going on in my life, almost on a molecular level. Others are developing - they aren't deep yet, but we're learning about each other. Some of them will likely last for a long time. Realistically though there are some that may not make it through the test of time. I value loyalty and positive energy a great deal and some of my new friends do not.
There are other friends that I talk to every few weeks. We wish we could talk more often, but the reality of our lives keeps us from having that connection. However, no matter if it's been a month or six weeks, we just pick up like we last talked yesterday. These people are some of my oldest friends. I know them, they know me and our friendships just "are". We don't have to work on them, we just have to check in occasionally to remind us that we love each other.I don't select my friends based on shallow things. I have fat friends, skinny friends, friends who are rich, poor, gay, straight, male and female. Some of them are college educated, some are not. Most of them are pretty intelligent but that's just because I'd rather hang out with folks who are smart in one manner or another. You might not meet one of these people and claim, "Wow, that chick is brilliant." but the brilliance is there. Maybe they are brilliantly kind, or artistic or just really crazy smart. The point is I have found their brilliance and they have found mine. Through our friendship, I hope that I am nourishing them and they are nourishing me.
I married my best friend. No matter what, he's the one I want to discuss all the details of my life with. My girls see this and they know I share everything with their dad. I love my mother, she's my other best friend. I share a lot with her and I get her opinion on a lot of things.
These are the positive lessons I can show my children. Even though they don't always see them, they know about them. They don't know that I cry with frustration to a friend many mornings before I go to work. They don't hear the brilliant advice my mom gives me when I contact her with a parenting question. They didn't get to see how hard my girl friends worked to get me through the worst depressive episode of my life, but they are both old enough now to understand and be appreciative.
But, they have seen my friends in action, and that speaks so loudly to them! When my baby had a ferocious panic attack at school, a great friend scooped her up and got her to a calm, safe spot. Now that I'm working, my friends take turns getting the girls picked up and delivered to me so I can get them to doctors appointments and other important places. The fashion plate needed adjustments to a dress. My friend picked up the dress and added straps between her work shifts so babygirl could be ready for her party. I could keep this list going for pages.
My friends have demonstrated that friends help and support one another. And when my girls have gotten into spots where their friends don't support and nurture them, they know it's not okay because I not only tell them, I demonstrate it! When someone doesn't call for six months, doesn't acknowledge me for six months, I try to give them the benefit of the doubt. But when I reach out to them and they still don't reach back, I am done. It's not something I do lightly. I have worked long and hard to have my friends and I love them. I don't think you just "dump" the people you love and I've said that to my girls, over and over.
Sometimes the ties do have to be cut. It is, without a doubt, painful and sad, but I come away stronger and healthier in the long run. And that is a lesson I want my girls to learn.
Monday, February 24, 2014
Heading to Healthy
In Mid-January, I realized that I had a sinus infection. I planned to get to the doctor on a Saturday, but the closest Saturday was crazy busy. Then I planned to go after work, but I had to get kids to different places, and fulfill lots of personal obligations so I didn't get there that week. Then we had snow and work got a little crazy, and I thought maybe I was feeling a little better. By the beginning of February, we had Mom's birthday party keeping us on the run. Then I decided that the awesome sinus medication I was taking at night was really helping me, so I started the "daytime" version too and tried to convince myself I was getting better. Next thing you know, we were snowed in for a week. There was no way I was going to fight the crowd at the doctor's office after that week. I knew too many people were heading there with "real" germs and I didn't want to get any sicker.
Of course, while I was fighting the growing sinus infection, it was time to acknowledge that I needed to talk to someone about the fact that I was having trouble sleeping and I might be overly anxious about everything! Last week, I saw a doctor for that. She put me on something that started working fast. Once I started feeling better mentally, it hit me. I can't function with a sinus infection and the ear infection that comes along with it. Off I went to the clinic because the doctor's office told me that they couldn't see me until Monday. I knew that even though I had postponed getting help for over a month, I couldn't put it off any longer. The guy at the clinic remembered me from last fall. He was shocked that I had not only worked all week, I'd also just finished teaching Saturday school. He said I had no movement in my poor ear drums because of the fluid build up. Super huge sinus infection, lots of pressure and inflammation, double ear infection, head aches and low grade fever earned me two different antibiotics and steroids.
I really want to say I'm all better now. But, I have learned that steroids don't help you sleep! In fact, it's been about five years since I slept this poorly. (Yes, I keep track) But I know that I'll be better soon. Why is it that we forget that it's okay to be healthy, mentally and physically?
Very weird.
Of course, while I was fighting the growing sinus infection, it was time to acknowledge that I needed to talk to someone about the fact that I was having trouble sleeping and I might be overly anxious about everything! Last week, I saw a doctor for that. She put me on something that started working fast. Once I started feeling better mentally, it hit me. I can't function with a sinus infection and the ear infection that comes along with it. Off I went to the clinic because the doctor's office told me that they couldn't see me until Monday. I knew that even though I had postponed getting help for over a month, I couldn't put it off any longer. The guy at the clinic remembered me from last fall. He was shocked that I had not only worked all week, I'd also just finished teaching Saturday school. He said I had no movement in my poor ear drums because of the fluid build up. Super huge sinus infection, lots of pressure and inflammation, double ear infection, head aches and low grade fever earned me two different antibiotics and steroids.
I really want to say I'm all better now. But, I have learned that steroids don't help you sleep! In fact, it's been about five years since I slept this poorly. (Yes, I keep track) But I know that I'll be better soon. Why is it that we forget that it's okay to be healthy, mentally and physically?
Very weird.
Wednesday, February 12, 2014
Snow Days - ugh
On Tuesday morning, I woke up and thought of a lot of things that I should do since I had an extra day off. I made a mental list of these things. Then, I got really frisky and I actually wrote down a list of tasks that needed to be completed. I started on the list by putting in a load of laundry and cleaning the kitchen. Then, the girls needed me to pick up some friends and we needed to go to the grocery store, so I got distracted from my list for a while. I sorted some school work into stacks, but I decided to postpone grading until I had finished the baking. While doing the baking, I decided to clear off the dining room table, which led me to flipping the laundry, which led me to taking out the trash. Not stuff from my to-do list!
After our police officer visit and our unexpected guest, I was pretty much derailed, but I figured I'd work on the list today. I found so many other things to do instead. The good news is I can try the to-do list again tomorrow. But, reality - not going to happen. I think I'm changing it to just waking up tomorrow. That way I can certainly complete some stuff.
After our police officer visit and our unexpected guest, I was pretty much derailed, but I figured I'd work on the list today. I found so many other things to do instead. The good news is I can try the to-do list again tomorrow. But, reality - not going to happen. I think I'm changing it to just waking up tomorrow. That way I can certainly complete some stuff.
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