Down To Business [2013 original with AI background]
Most of the rain we were expecting overnight stayed South of I-70. We did get a couple of showers, but nowhere near the deluge of rain we were expecting. Apparently, this concerned Belvedere, who woke me up at 1:30 and insisted we go outside and check on the yard and the weather and whatever else was bothering him. Of course, he came back in and fell right back asleep. I was awake until almost 4:00. He snuggled like a champ, though.
The cloud cover did help make the temperature a little more palatable for getting the rest of the lawn mown. The electrical tape we needed to make things safe finally arrived. I even demonstrated that it was safe by running my hand over the taped areas. I thought about startling Tipper by faking a shock, but the chances that she might overreact and then not finish her part of the mowing were too high. She hadn’t wanted to mow in the first place. I needn’t be giving her any excuses.
While the kids were mowing, I was finally able to grill the ribs and corn we had originally planned for the 4th. Never mind that it was 89 degrees when I started. I wasn’t going to let the meat spoil after having waited so long to get to it. The cloud cover coming up and dropping the temp was a nice bonus. Inside, I made bacon and spinach, a combination that G was unsure about until he actually tasted it. I tried telling him that bacon makes everything better, but he was a little reluctant to trust me.
I’m feeling unsettled and confused and I’m not sure I can identify exactly why. I know part of the confusion came when I was checking the status of things on the Social Security website and found out that my SSI disability is listed as suspended. There was no explanation why. I assume that there’s a letter coming, but unlike FSSA, SSI doesn’t list all the documents they send you. I’m also feeling concerned about the toll all of this is taking on Kat. She’s so preoccupied with everything she has to do, all the pressure that falls on her, that yesterday she forgot to eat anything until she got home at almost 10:00 pm. She was standing in the kitchen and wobbled as though she might fall. Hey, that’s my job! She ate and felt a lot better, but her stomach issues have only gotten worse. I need to find a safe place to live so that she can relax a little bit.
At the same time, I’m feeling some severe wanderlust, but where can I even go without someone going with me? I know one place I’m not going: Death Valley. Would you believe tourists are still flocking to that hell hole despite the fact it’s seeing some of the hottest temperatures ever? A number of people have died from the heat because, you know, I guess they wanted to test that “Death” part out for themselves. Flying anywhere is out. Between doors blowing out and a wheel falling off yesterday, it would take a lot of alcohol to get me on a Boeing jet right now. Airbus, maybe, but we don’t see as many of those on this continent. I can’t cross international borders with my chemo meds at all, so sailing anywhere is out of the question. I need someone to come and get me then take us somewhere fun. Preferably somewhere with naked people. Some place well away from volcanoes.
Both Kat and G are already up and awake. Maybe we’ll have breakfast together. Maybe someone will bring me more coffee. I keep hoping for a fairy coffee server to appear. Hasn’t happened yet.
Most of the rain we were expecting overnight stayed South of I-70. We did get a couple of showers, but nowhere near the deluge of rain we were expecting. Apparently, this concerned Belvedere, who woke me up at 1:30 and insisted we go outside and check on the yard and the weather and whatever else was bothering him. Of course, he came back in and fell right back asleep. I was awake until almost 4:00. He snuggled like a champ, though.
The cloud cover did help make the temperature a little more palatable for getting the rest of the lawn mown. The electrical tape we needed to make things safe finally arrived. I even demonstrated that it was safe by running my hand over the taped areas. I thought about startling Tipper by faking a shock, but the chances that she might overreact and then not finish her part of the mowing were too high. She hadn’t wanted to mow in the first place. I needn’t be giving her any excuses.
While the kids were mowing, I was finally able to grill the ribs and corn we had originally planned for the 4th. Never mind that it was 89 degrees when I started. I wasn’t going to let the meat spoil after having waited so long to get to it. The cloud cover coming up and dropping the temp was a nice bonus. Inside, I made bacon and spinach, a combination that G was unsure about until he actually tasted it. I tried telling him that bacon makes everything better, but he was a little reluctant to trust me.
I’m feeling unsettled and confused and I’m not sure I can identify exactly why. I know part of the confusion came when I was checking the status of things on the Social Security website and found out that my SSI disability is listed as suspended. There was no explanation why. I assume that there’s a letter coming, but unlike FSSA, SSI doesn’t list all the documents they send you. I’m also feeling concerned about the toll all of this is taking on Kat. She’s so preoccupied with everything she has to do, all the pressure that falls on her, that yesterday she forgot to eat anything until she got home at almost 10:00 pm. She was standing in the kitchen and wobbled as though she might fall. Hey, that’s my job! She ate and felt a lot better, but her stomach issues have only gotten worse. I need to find a safe place to live so that she can relax a little bit.
At the same time, I’m feeling some severe wanderlust, but where can I even go without someone going with me? I know one place I’m not going: Death Valley. Would you believe tourists are still flocking to that hell hole despite the fact it’s seeing some of the hottest temperatures ever? A number of people have died from the heat because, you know, I guess they wanted to test that “Death” part out for themselves. Flying anywhere is out. Between doors blowing out and a wheel falling off yesterday, it would take a lot of alcohol to get me on a Boeing jet right now. Airbus, maybe, but we don’t see as many of those on this continent. I can’t cross international borders with my chemo meds at all, so sailing anywhere is out of the question. I need someone to come and get me then take us somewhere fun. Preferably somewhere with naked people. Some place well away from volcanoes.
Both Kat and G are already up and awake. Maybe we’ll have breakfast together. Maybe someone will bring me more coffee. I keep hoping for a fairy coffee server to appear. Hasn’t happened yet.
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