My chicken planter that Andy gave me for my birthday, finally got planted--with fake greenery. I can't have the real stuff in the house since Taco insists on eating any vegetation left within his reach. But I think this looks pretty real, and I don’t have to remember to water it.
This has been a horribly hectic and busy week. Nothing interesting, just picky chores and errands to run, meetings to attend, laundry to catch up on, auto tags to try and purchase.
I have been purchasing my auto tags online for many years now. But when I signed on to order them this time, a message popped up that I could not buy them online. No explanation. So I looked for a list of places where I could get them, picked the most convenient and went there yesterday after my semi-annual meeting with the fellow who lets me know if I can remain retired or go back to work. For now, I can remain retired, but I have no auto tags. The lady told me I was in the wrong county. I was too exhausted to go to the office that she suggested. So that’s one chore that remains undone for now. I will, however, have to stop driving my car after March 31 if I don’t get my tags some place.
For today, I have to catch up on some household chores. I wish I could say I was going to catch up on rest, but that’s not possible. The laundry is stacked to the sky. Piles of fresh laundry remain unhung and undrawered. I need to send Alfred the Roomba on his way, which requires picking up stuff off all the floors (which is a lot harder for me than it sounds). A coat of protective dust lies over everything. And I haven’t been able to get into the sewing room to work on the Gypsy quilt in days and days. So no rest for the very weary.
When I got out off bed this morning, I could not straighten up, and my legs and hips felt as if they were not going to let me stay on my feet. By hook and/or crook, I managed to get the animals fed and the coffee dripped. After a couple of cups, I can now walk upright, and my legs feel stronger. But the pain is still raging when I walk a few steps.
At my yearly health checkup last week, Dr. G. decided to prescribe Mobic (Meloxicam) for me. I think it has helped some with the fibro pain, but it doesn’t seem to being doing much for the back and hips, which is a different problem. I know I have pushed too hard this week--and last week--and I think the week before. But how does one just stop and let things go? That’s a question I’ve been trying to answer for a couple of years.
The Gypsy quilt remains in the sewing room, all done except for gluing my gypsy girl to the background and stitching up a backing so I can take it to Lena for quilting. Maybe tomorrow. June (when the quilt show happens) is fast approaching.
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On 03/23/2019, Barbara Anne said ...
Love your cute chicken planter and applaud your "planting" it with silk greens. Now you just need to dust it as needed.
Bother and bummer about the fruitless trip to get your car tags. Surely the on-line site should list which places serve residents of your county.
Might it be time to find another cleaner so the housework doesn't fall to you? Decades ago in Memphis there were several cleaning services you could call to clean your home or schedule them for the interval that suited you. All you had to provide was two rolls of paper towels. I used to call them 4 times a year, 3 ladies came, and in a twinkle my home was clean! Their business was called "Merry Maids".
Hugs!
On 04/01/2019, Pat said ...
I know just how you’re feeling. I got a sciatic nerve trigger point injection Friday and man, the energy I’ve had! But the good side effects are wearing off; the hip/leg is better, but the rest of me is coming off that good feeling. Looked at April calendar this morning-so many check ups plus dentist. So, well, thankful I’m retired and can rest when I need to. I sure understand your comment about not giving up. We are brave and strong! We haven’t given up!
Everyday happies keep me thankful. Love your gypsy quilt and your chicken planter. It’s the little things. And it’s our Never Give Up spirits. I am always uplifted when I read about your accomplishments.
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My backing and the beginnings of a label.
My next collage will be an interpretation of one of these kitties.
