Life Stays Interesting
by , 06-17-2008 at 02:06 AM (1367 Views)
The entry I typed last night went on too long even by my standards and was a huge grump which will be understandable in the second topic. So I killed it. Checked my PMs for that certain moderator to acknowledge my existance. I think her lawyers have authorized birthdays and anniversary blog creation day visitations only. Faith still remains the evidence of things unseen.
So--onward to the three items mentioned in last blog.
#1. New grand-daughter Alexandra Lillian M. had the tumor removed successfully last Friday and taken off the ventilator. The heart valve closure had likewise gone well and she seems to have a bright future ahead of her. Accidently saw a picture of her with the stitches when Ruth was checking mother Loretta's My Space page. I still won't play with those things. Suffice to say that the Frankenstein Monster and His Bride make cute babies which hopefully is the most gallows humor I can summon up. Blame Logos she's the one got me to read that Jerome fellow a few days ago.
#2. The big grump session. To make it short Ruth's Texas friend Patti ran up a huge cell phone bill and has defaulted. Guess which Long Suffering Spouse had been the primary on the contract she THOUGHT T-Mobile released her from? Guess who's paying $1600 to a collection agency when my inheritance check arrives next week per the lawyer? Sigh. This woman regularly ran over 3000 minutes a month. Last Tuesday was not a happy day and found me and the Mrs. NOT at our sweetest. There was an uncomfortable five minutes where I flat out told her to pack her bags and go back to Michigan and keep her brother company as I was tiring of bailing her out after keeping financial blunders a secret. Ah well 27 years and we have fire between us. The drama queen was given her moment and I mentally rearranged some plans to get 100 issues of my Avengers recollection. 195 at present with West Coast Avengers completed last week. Obviously she and I are still together and we are working on forgiving Patti. I'm more annoyed Ruth didn't know her friend better then to trust her. This would be like me being left alone in a comicbook shop and told not to read any especially the latest Jonah Hex or Avengers.
#3. Last Tuesday before the phone call from Mr. Friendly Debt Collector I mowed the front yard with the usual eight or nine pulls of the starter cord and mutterings to God on His providing my needs as I want them. I'm awarded with a case of dry heaves and a loss of fluids. It was rather warm out. The soon to be Long Berated One actually expressed some concerns about my ability to stay on my feet. The front yard only takes 15 minutes and the first 10 were challenging the physique. Ruth's notice kicked in the usual step up and cry like a whipped puppy and I finished it off and went inside and died on the couch like a respectable fried couch potato. The back yard could wait a day.
Said day arrived Wednesday and lo and behold the Mrs., slightly repentant about her pecuniary liable friend, offered to mow the back yard. I did not even attempt to protest or interfere. Hah--let's see the Doomsday Machine reduce HER to quivering jelly!! Thinks it's so easy does she?
I push it outside for her and I'm barely out of the kitchen to go to the computer while the getting was good convinced by the time I log in Ruth will be crying for me to get Snapjaws started up.
Stupid hateful patronizing necessary evil if you want to get the city off your back machine!!!!
It started right up for her. Not a problem whatsoever. I sulk and hit Litnet to discover how unnoticed and unloved I am becoming of late and look out the window. She's a quarter of the yard done already. Who would have guessed so much energy in her.
She's three quarters done when it finally catches up to her. The vibrations are bothering her hands but her stomach maintains its equilibrium. I finish the yard and watch the computer being snatched back away. I do a few a dishes to show her I'm still a vital factor in this household. Ruth at least has the diplomacy to point out the eight year age difference as to why her endurance is better.
I start thinking about three weeks from now when the debate will start with "Well gee you did so well last time and you know I'm out of shape."



