I do apologize for the sad sort of title I gave today, and I thank you all for finding fun in the day in spite of my poor beginning!
I've enjoyed reading about all the happenings here and I'm happy to say that our day did improve a bit, once I finally got dh's meds filled.
In addition to the muscle relaxers and pain meds, dh is also trying CDB oil. Highly recommended by a friend, dh couldn't wait to try it. Friend brought him a sample, and then -- the joys of small town life -- when I contacted the beautician who sells it at her shop, she said she would not be open tomorrow, but she would bring it to me at my house!
And she is not even our beautician!!!
(Of course, this stuff does not sell cheap, so it was probably worth her time, and she only lives a mile or so from us. Plus, she is a former student of both of ours.)
Anyway, dh does not report the instantaneous results that his friend did, but he does think it is helping. * sigh * At least he can now move without screaming in pain. He actually rode out to Burger King with me for supper tonight -- but he hasn't had the energy or courage to take a shower yet.
He says we ARE going on our trip Wednesday; he is NOT going to cancel out on that. So -- keep those prayers coming.
I accuse dh sometimes of being a sort of reverse male version of Tom Sawyer's Aunt Polly: Thankfully, he DOESN'T try to cure anyone except himself!
She was one of those people who are infatuated with patent medicines and all new–fangled methods of producing health or mending it. She was an inveterate experimenter in these things. When something fresh in this line came out she was in a fever, right away, to try it; not on herself, for she was never ailing, but on anybody else that came handy. She was a subscriber for all the "Health" periodicals and phrenological frauds; and the solemn ignorance they were inflated with was breath to her nostrils. All the "rot" they contained about ventilation, and how to go to bed, and how to get up, and what to eat, and what to drink, and how much exercise to take, and what frame of mind to keep one's self in, and what sort of clothing to wear, was all gospel to her, and she never observed that her health–journals of the current month customarily upset everything they had recommended the month before. She was as simple–hearted and honest as the day was long, and so she was an easy victim. She gathered together her quack periodicals and her quack medicines, and thus armed with death, went about on her pale horse, metaphorically speaking, with "hell following after." But she never suspected that she was not an angel of healing and the balm of Gilead in disguise, to the suffering neighbors.
Speaking of the
BWP. I do try to keep one, but aside from errand day, I guess I'm not very stringent with it.
Sunday -- church, errands, (grocery day), misc weekly tasks -- allergy shots, pay the newspaper man, garbage to the road, refill meds
Monday -- usually laundry, but the past couple weeks (and tonight) Sunday has been laundry day for some reason
Tuesday --
ideally would be WHB
Wednesday --
ideally would be zone cleaning,
(although I know we're supposed to do 15 min of that every day, and last week, I did, * for three days * so far as decluttering was concerned)Thursday -- catch up day
Friday -- family day
Saturday -- family day
I am now going to print the Konmarie decluttering list
Kathryn posted yesterday. Hope springs eternal! That "sentimental" section scares me though. 90% of my paper clutter IS sentimental!