And frankly, I don't even have some stupid little T-shirt to prove it.
Man... that was some crazy ass way to begin a New Year. I can't even beLIEVE how cold it was last week. I mean seriously... with wind chill factored in, my
evenings were like -13 degrees. THAT'S NORMAL?? OMG. It was nuts.
In the meantime, I pretty much have to thank God that all I had to deal with
were cold temps. Had God thrown snow and/or black ice into the mix, I'd have been
ready for the loony farm in seconds flat. On the other hand, during each of the
sub zero days, I was in fact able to get out and about to do what I had to,
but whoa. You can be sure I hightailed it home lickety split. Talk about running
from house to car to building, back to car and then to another building and back to car again and then finally... back to a nice and cozy home.
Speaking of hightailing it home... last night my next door neighbors arrived
back home after being away for a couple of weeks. Which of course now means... I
am so ready for the soap opera to begin. I'm thinking it won't be so pretty. I
think I may have mentioned this before: the wife is well readied to move back to
her home state to be near her parents, family and friends once again. I think
they've been here for what? 4 years maybe?
Apparently as much as she keeps telling the hubby that moving back is what
she wants, the more he keeps telling her sorry. Not going to happen. Which of
course has made her miserable for at least over a year . But not as miserable as
he's going to be once he finds out that she's moving back, with or without him.
While he's away at work, I might add. Hence one day soon the hubby will
basically come home only to find the wife is outta there. THEN maybe he'll
reconsider her request, but if you ask me this has NC Family Court written all
The only other thing I can add for tonight is that I am SOOO damn happy the
holidays are over so I can finally get back to a NORMAL WEEKDAY SCHEDULE. I get
totally screwed up on what day is what and this week was my first chance to have every
bit of my routine back in place. It just makes me shudder to no end to imagine
how I'm going to possibly keep things straight in my f'ed up head when I'm like
in my 80s. Already I see that my caretakers can surely tell me anything they
want me to believe and I'll have no mental arsenal at ALL to offer an argument.
I just have to pray I'm not so outta my mind that I wind up turning over my bank
accounts and safety deposit boxes without batting an eyelash.
And don't for one minute think this can't happen. I am completely a candidate
for extreme senior moments.