1) I called the vet this morning and Greybaby and kittens are doing fine, she's growling at them when they go to change her food and water but not attacking, and she readily adopted the orphan they needed a wet nurse for. They are going to continue to try to socialize her, but if they aren's successful, they will return her to me to finish out her life in the neighborhood she knows, spayed and fully vaccinated, free of charge. God bless you, Dr Nan Jack.
2) I spend Wednesday afternoon having a nuclear stress test done on my heart in preparation for my hand surgery on the 8th. The results were mixed. I can have my surgery, but my cholesterol was outrageously high, over 300, and the 'bad' cholesterol reading was over 200. They want me to start medication a week after surgery, we'll see about that because I have my doubts in regards to benefits vs possible side effects.
3) Simon has headed down to southwestern Virginia this morning for a job interview and for the first time in months, I have the house to myself ALL DAY. Unfortunately, I have nothing naughtier to get into than cleaning, because my mother is flying down here Sunday. She's going to stay for a week after my surgery to help out. It's not that Simon isn't perfectly capable of this, but if He gets a job offer He has to be available to go, no matter where that offer may be, and seeing that He's shorthanded Himself, (literally) I'm comforted knowing that we'll have an extra pair at least until my sutures come out.
4) The mind works in strange ways, for instance, if we're short on food I stay hungry all the time, but the minute our pantry is stocked I lose my appetite. It's the same with housecleaning. My house is nowhere near spotless (and never will be) but it falls woefully short of my mother's pristine standards. For the last few days I've been finding myself obsessing over little details, like taking a q-tip to the base for my cordless phone--which I must admit has gotten fairly grungy--instead of using the available energy that I have to do the basics, like mopping the kitchen floor. Before I know it, the day's gone and while my phone is now shiny clean, the floor remains undone. I do this every freakin' time she visits, and the end result is always a mad scramble at the very last minute to get everything 'just so.' What's so aggravating about this is that no matter how clean and tidy things are, they still won't meet her standards, but the underlying issue is deeper, that being my never-ending desire for her approval.
5) Our obnoxious neighbor continues to maintain her silence ever since she caught a glimpse of the camcorder Just John was kind enough to send me. So far, so good. Thanks again, John!
6) We still haven't advertised the Cougar for sale, but we really need to. I just keep thinking "One more week, if He hasn't found a job in one more week we'll sell it." It's not that I'm attached to the car (although Simon is, it was his first American car and He's sentimental about it) it's just that I worry about an out of town job offer, which would leave us having to rent a second vehicle if He has to travel on ahead of me.
7) In regards to JU-- After Tuesday I don't know how long I'll be 'gone.' That's going to depend on how well I heal up and if there are any complications during or after my surgery. I'll be popping in to read when I can, though, and leaving smiley (or frowny) faces if I can. I'm still puzzled by certain people's sympathy towards certain situations, but I can't say I'm surprised, as one friend (and I don't use that word lightly) in particular has been more than sympathetic towards my own problems over the years, why should she be any different with anyone else?
That being said, I take no pledge to 'be nice' upon my return, although I won't deliberately seek to make trouble for this individual. I've said all I have to say on the matter, but if you (meaning anyone reading this) allow this person to comment on your threads, don't look for me to do the same. I won't.
And now I'm off to continue my dusting of shelves and mucking out of closets, washing of trash cans and rearrangement of book shelves. If I'm lucky, I might even get that floor mopped today before my current dose of pain medication wears off and I begin to regret the level of activity I've already subjected my poor hands and wrists to this morning.
I need a maid!