And with clouds like these all afternoon, I am not happy. Or maybe it’s just my bones that are not happy. But tomorrow — Sunshine all around, or so my trusty (?) weather signal tells me. Oh, it’s still a red flag, but that’s because of the flood warning. It will be around for another week or so. But when I click on it, the forecast is for sunny weather, me and my guy — eh, no guy. There goes that song.
So, I don’t have to buy another UK championship shirt. Still, they went farther than anyone…except Don, thought they would go. I don’t have any photos of him being sad, so I can’t post one. And I wouldn’t if I did have one. He wasn’t even sad when he was a baby. So I’ll be sad for him. Picture me pouting 😦
Remember this photo? My “go to” son Mike, working on my unfixable power chair. Hopefully, this monster — the chair, not Mike, will be out the door very soon. A guy from Hoveround was here to access the chair to see if it would cost less to repair it or replace it. He’s betting they will decide on the new one, but if they can restore this one to really good order, hey! I’ll take it. All it needs is new fenders, new covers on the batteries, new batteries, new seat, new back, new arms, new tires, new gizmos for making the back work in straight or reclining position……I think the only thing that works is the joystick. Since it’s so great when I want to move the furniture, I do kinda hope they can replace everything. Just realized it also needs new hub caps. I remember the day one of them rolled off on to the busiest street in town. Not being particularly suicidal, I decided not to run after it. I still think that was a good call.
Latest screwup from the hospital, I got a notice from my Medicare people today that they have submitted a bill for 3 items they have already been paid for. I’m beginning to think it’s incompetence instead of harassment. I guess just can’t afford to hire anything but idiots these days. Their dreams were larger than their wallets when they started the project, which had it’s grand opening 10 months ago. I just sent a note off to my surgeon letting him know he was being tarred by the same brush as the hospital, and if he wanted to clear his own name, he had better check out what is going on there. I’m ready to stop fighting and start laughing it off now.
I probably should have taken a photo of my dinner last night, but by the time I wrestled it successfully out of the oven, I was too tired to hold the camera, which I couldn’t find anyway. Decided to make a veggie lasagna to use up the last of my fresh spinach before it became spinach water. That sounds a bit icky, right? Anyone ever had lasagna soup? Too much sauce creates soup. Tastes pretty good, and I didn’t spill a drop of it on myself, a personal first. Especially since I was wearing pastel jeans. When I refrigerated the leftovers, I drained the excess sauce off, so today had lasagna. I’ll have to add more cheese to it though. Most of the cheese seems to have melted into the soupy part, but somewhere in the fridge I’m sure I’ll find cheese. If not there, then maybe the freezer. I just can’t conceive of running out of cheese.
Oh, yeah, I pulled my nest away from the wall this afternoon. Kinda got in a hurry when I noticed it was time to get my ride to the doctor’s office, and got hooked to the bed. I mean, it’s one thing to get a bin of watermelons hooked to the chair, but a bed that it took 4 men to carry in???? That’s real power.