One A Day

 I need to accomplish one big thing a day I had decided.

Then I did said big thing and decided small things work too. 😀

I chose to do something where I did not need to wear my back brace.

I decided to clean our car out.  OMG. For only two people, it was awful.

Mulch was everywhere. We cleaned it up so many times, yet it was still there.

It stuck to the rug, and vacuuming only teased it.  

I went over one area so many times.  I swore I heard it say, Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah.  So there I was picking it up with my fingers.

In the backseat were 6, count 'em, 6 baseball hats of Rick's.  

2 bathing suits of Rick's. Rick's swim goggles, Rick's beach towel, and a pair of shorts and jeans, which he told he was taking to goodwill.

The odd items - a box of rubber gloves, two halo kits (I love these, but we only need one per car), two umbrellas, and a snow brush. One box of Kleenex, 110 receipts, and Rick's inhalers.

That is only a few things.

Other than the halo, nothing was mine.  NOTHING.

Because we only have one car now, we must share.  I get in and complain about his shit all the time. He laughs.  I seeth.

So I spent a good portion of my day cleaning the car.  Removing the back seat covers and washing them. (I used those fun good smelling beads that everyone says are bad for you in your laundry) The smell in the car is fabulous.  Not only is it clean, it smells clean.

I took out the floor mats, I armour all'd everything.  I do need some fabric cleaner for a few spots on the fabric.  Otherwise, it is complete.  Well, until Rick uses the car.  Why can't he blow his nose and put the Kleenex in the bag in the car?  I put a small garbage bag and attached it to the passenger seat so he could just put it in there easily. No, not gonna work. He throws it on the floor, in the small console, anywhere but in the garbage bag.

The car will remain nice until Wednesday.  Rick goes to the gym on Wednesday.  Who knows what will end up all over the car?  At least the pool is closed until spring now, so he won't need the swim trunks.  

Last night I was hurtin' a bit, but overall just fine. Today's job is finishing my doors. You see, when we moved in the crazy lady who lived here painted her door knobs silver.  I removed them all and replaced them with black and now I need to put on the hinges.  Years later, and the hinges are still sitting in the garage waiting for me.  So Tuesday it will be.  He's in the garage, so he won't be underfoot. 

If you recall, I did this once before.  

In our last home of 21 years, we were the first residents.  

I liked moving into a blank slate.  

This home has had two.

They liked what I call bad colors. Like diaper poo yellow/brown. That room was painted first; it was so damn icky.  When we toured the house, Rick said, "Oh, this reminds me of my kid's diaper." The realtor not only agreed but said to Rick, I thought the same thing!

She loved the fluorescent colors of turquoise and lime green.  

And dark gray.  

I am not a fan of dark gray.  I did not understand that trend.

I'm trying like hell to move my body and not think about shit.  

Not working yet.

But it will damn it. It will. 

The weather is perfect right now, so if I don't do hinges, it will be something outside. Drinks at noon on the patio?  Nope, not drinking right now. I know who am I?  It's wine weather!  I need to get my head straight first. But if you wish to offer me drugs to forget my problems, I'll take 'em. 🤣

For those who don't know my grandmother would have yelled Puttana too.  

OMG, that made me laugh out loud.  It basically means Whore. 

hey better than RFK Jr.