Tree roots caused the sewer pipes to back up Friday morning. An incredibly huge mess, I was up all night tackling it. I left the house as soon as the landlord left, the pipes were augured, and stayed gone for the rest of the day. Had to have a break from the chaos. Couldn't wait to launder the six loads of towels and bath rugs that it took to mop it up enough to use a real mop. The last load is finally in the dryer. Several loads are still on the clothesline and the wooden drying rack. I've used a gallon of bleach, and had each load soaking for at least an hour.
Tonight, I'm worn out from scrubbing, bleaching surfaces, and shampooing a portion of the guest room carpet. Yes, that got it, also. Cooking was too much effort, so I thawed a loaf of French bread. Dinner was bread and butter, apple slices, with a few whoppers from the Halloween candy bag for dessert. Sometimes good enough just has to be enough.
My uncle passed away Thursday evening. It was his wife's seventieth birthday. They spent it together in his hospital bed, her head on his shoulder, as he took his last breath. They had a great love story. They married two days after my first birthday, buried their first born, had two more, divorced, remarried each other, and just celebrated their fifty-second anniversary. That's the cliff notes version.
On their wedding night, he trapped her under the covers, and farted on her. I never saw them angry at each other. They did things together as a couple and as a family. Loved and spent a lot of time with their children and grandchildren. Took care of their aging parents. Laughed and cried together. Celebrated occasions both great and small. They hosted family celebrations, and welcomed everyone. The way they always looked at each other was with love and pride. They had fun, and genuinely liked each other. Theirs was one of those loves that we all hope to find, and rarely do.
On to other things.....
Well, I've been on eight dates in the past couple of weeks. Same man who took me to the fair for our first date. We've gone places, made friends with each other's dogs, cooked for each other, laughed, talked for hours, and held hands. He's a real sweetheart, and I like him a lot. Today he's at a wedding. We're going out again tomorrow. There's potential with him. And it scares me, because I get the feeling that loving him could be easy. I don't want to get hurt again, so I'm guarding my heart, being cautious as we get to know each other.
Did the volunteer thing again on Thursday. Four hours, and a blinding headache from using multiple magnifiers to read author's names in order to shelve the books. Took a multi-hour nap afterwards and several Advil to try and lessen the headache. May have to get new magnifiers, mine are 8x. It will take a trip to Oklahoma City to get more powerful ones. They're expensive, the last pair cost $120., so I need to start saving up. Problem is, when I tried the more powerful ones, I could only make out one letter at a time. At what point do I give up? When I get to one letter on a book cover at a time? When I get to a portion of a letter?
My new shoes arrived the other day. Until this broken toe heals, and the swelling in my foot goes down, I can't try them on. They sure are pretty. Oxfords, three inch heels, one pair each of black and brown. I got them to replace the five year old ones which are falling apart.
Anyway, things are quiet this evening. The hot air popper is making popcorn, and I'm listening to jazz albums. Getting ready to listen to an old Pink Panther movie. I like quiet nights. The kind where I can soak in the tub, paint my nails, etc.
Enough for now.......
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