What sort of person wipes their excrement all over a public bathroom stall in a university? Mind you, this is an adult. A woman. What on earth would posses someone to do this? Who are they angry at? The poor janitors have to clean that mess up. That person is hurting the janitors by such a filthy act. I feel so sorry for them. Their jobs are hard enough. ~shaking head in disbelief~
I didn’t realize how bad his dementia was getting until yesterday. He now writes himself notes and sticks them to the wall so he doesn’t forget. I’m referring to my husband. He told me last night he wanted to spend Saturday with me. He then wrote a note and stuck it to the wall to remind himself. We all make lists, so we don’t forget, but he’s never done this before. He forgets conversations from the day before. I’ve begged him to see the doctor. He informed me he did. The doc told him not to worry, it is just old age. This is not just old age. My hubby knows this. He’s scared and refuses to deal with it, and I’m not to bother him about. So I cry on the inside as I see his mind diminishing slowly. I love him. I don’t want to lose him. He’s been through so much in his lifetime, unlike the average person. As a child he was burned on over 85% of his body. He nearly died. He still remembers the torturous treatments he went through in the hospital. He was there over a year. Then later in life, he’s broken bones all over his body due to his job in construction, and two crushed legs from being pinned between two cars. He’s meant to be here for sure. He’s loved my children like they are his own. He’s spoiled them rotten, and still is even though they are now adults. He’s loved me unlike any person in this world ever has. I love my husband. Seeing his mind slowly going is killing me.
We experienced an earthquake first thing this morning. Second one in three days. Now the fear mongers are going around stating a bigger one is building up. Where are they getting this information? I would like to read it.
Earthquakes are a part of life in Alaska. Most of the time we don’t think anything about them. The ones that have been shaking us lately is odd I must admit. We don’t get shakers every few days in our area. Regardless, as an Alaskan I am always prepared except for at work, in my office, second floor. Top it off it is winter. I wonder if Minto is developing a new hot springs or maybe a volcano is about to erupt? I wish whatever it is doing, it would get on with it, and get it over with.
What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without reading a book (since learning how to read, of course)? Which book was it that helped break the dry spell? https://wordpress.com/read/post/id/489937/91046/ or http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/readers-block/
The longest I’ve gone without reading was about 5 years. I love to read, but I was going through some major life transitions at the time; moving to a new state and trying to land a decent paying job, getting married, moving again. None of it was easy. I was also trying to discover who I was, but instead lost myself for a long time. I was trying to survive and not doing that very well either. Before that, I had always been an avid reader. For some unexplainable reason, I literally couldn’t focus. I can’t really say which book re-ignited my passion for reading. I’m grateful that whatever happened straightened out.
Then it happened again! Another BIG transition occurred; Divorce. I quit reading for about two years. I couldn’t focus. Thankfully, I met an awesome man who turned me on to Megan Lindholm AKA Robin Hobb’s book series. I couldn’t put them down!
Hopefully, nothing will interfere with my passion for reading again.
Sweet! I now have water. My tea I ordered from Tea Dog arrived as well. It doesn’t take a lot to make me happy.
To city people, my being out of water, probably would be a weird concept, and why couldn’t I just take a jaunt to the local store and buy some? But to people who have lived out in the middle of nowhere, and their very survival depended on water, they would understand. I lived in a dry cabin on 40 acres for over 14 years. My children and I were dependent on my ex at that time. He broke my truck, so we had no way to go get water and supplies unless he provided them. He was a jerk to put it bluntly. So the kids and I were always rationing our water supply and fretting about water. Once the kids were old enough that I knew they could be left alone and responsible enough to call an ambulance if needed, we left him. Regardless, that is why I over react when out of water.
I am so pissed off right now! We are out of water! Thanks to Flint Hills our water is polluted. They contracted with a water delivery, to supply us with drinking water. The jerks aren’t delivering like they are supposed to. I love my dear husband, but he gets a bit lazy with things and failed to contact the place about our water. WTH? He doesn’t work. He’s retired. He’s off at a gun show. So I called my dear son and asked him and his dad to pick up water on their way home. I could have called the delivery, but that is my hubby’s job. I have no water for my morning tea! Grrrrr!