Bleech!

So much to do!  Even for someone without mobility issues!

Just simple tasks require two hands and two feet help: loading or unloading the dishwasher, cooking, doing laundry, fixing most anything.  Sigh, now out of my control and I must rely upon others if it is to be done.  Add the attitudes around here and no it does not get done, or it gets done in less than a timely fashion, so too bad Kris if you wanted to make some soup - the pans are all dirty, or too bad if you wanted to wear underwear today, etc.  Frustrating,

Yesterday was a beautiful day but the men did not come to continue work on the bridge to the road.  Since a storm is supposed to be here later this week, I am just guessing they will not have it done by the weekend.  But, I do at least have a platform stretching to the road I can roll on or hop on to get out of here and to the doctors or church this weekend.

I am hoping to make split pea soup tonight.  Of course I lack much of what is needed to make great split pea soup and no one would go to the store last night for me, so it will be what it will.  Just hope it tastes good.

I commented earlier this week that I was recovering much of post high school memories but was stuck on my high school girlfriend's name.  Well, she popped up on my Facebook as if on queue, so I got her name now, which opened up many more memories for me.  I thought about sending her a message, but you know, it has been 42 years - why start a conversation now?  And, 1987 through October 17, 2015 are still vague at best.  I did a little reading and learned some of what was recent past and stopped - I do not need to relive anger at this point in time.

Since I was in the hospital when my first daughter, the second oldest, had a birthday.  So Friday I am planning on having her over for dinner.  Still no ideas on presents, much less her insistence on vegan only meals, but I will stumble through it okay if I start the prep work on Thursday.  Today is shopping list time.  So hard to believe that she is now 25 years old!  Where have the years gone?  It seems as if it was only a few months ago that I was in Kotlas, Russia adopting her at 7 years old ...

Well, I have a stack of bills to take care of today and many thank you's to write.  And then with a mind wiped clean of German, I need to write my aunts and share with them the news I am not coming for a visit as planned - I need to buy leg.