I need a three day nap. We went to see Aunt Dor. She is being released today. The hunter was crabby this morning and went ballistic on Belle. So,..we drop the truck off for new tires and head into the city. Things were going seemingly well until the hunter started getting weird. Don't know why. He got into it with the sweet guy visiting his girlfriend in the next bed at the hospital. They were doing just fine and I guess maybe the wind changed direction or something cuz all of a sudden, the hunter is yelling at him to shut-up and stuff. WTF! At first we all thought he was kidding around. Then it became apparent that he wasn't. Aunt Dorothy was upset, the nice guy was befuddled and the nurses and aids were entering the room. Was it the commotion that drew them in or the fact that I do believe I quietly shouted for security. The hunter was absolutely in this guys face and I think if he'd taken one more step, the nice guy would have decked him in an instant. And I would have cheered!!! No one ever seems to put him in his place. He left in a little girl huff and I stayed with Aunt Dor. We all talked and poor Aunt Dor was so shaken,...remember, she's 96 yrs. old. Her eyes were shiny but no tears fell. She loves the hunter so much and she told me to apologize to him. She did nothing! She is the smartest and most amazing woman,... The nice guy said I was a saint. Later I talked to the cousin that brought Aunt Dor home and her husband grabbed the phone and said I was a saint. He said it loudly and more than once. Ok, there might have been some wine involved on their end of the phone call but still,...
I often look around for the cameras. As in, "I must be on Candid Camera right now." Honestly. I can't possibly be living this kind of life. It's still today. Now add this and see if you don't agree that I am living in an alternate universe.
Remember how I mowed (and bagged) the lawn 2 days ago and it looked awesome. I pointed it out to the hunter cuz he isn't like the other men I've known who notice positive things and give compliments and stuff. Oh sorry. Back to today. Early this morning I see what looks to be a long section of this beautiful lawn all dirt now. Hm. When we got back from the hospital, I went to sit down with a hot cup of coffee and the Stephen King book I am reading. Needed a break from all the drama. Ya think? Next thing I know,......'I'm diggin' a ditch, you son-of-a-bitch' . That's right. My hunter had run plastic pipe under the concrete patio (that still hasn't been sealed) before they poured it last year. The downspouts run into them and under the concrete and onto the lawn. Well, he has decided to dig these ditches half-way into the next fucking county. I should measure but I will just guesstimate here. I'd say that from where the downspout comes down,...it's 6-8' under the cement then the ditches take the water about 10 feet further. (ps - this is not the part of the basement that floods.) Our yard is like 60x120'. Are you getting the picture? Are you pouring me a drink? Do you think he'll give me $4 before he leaves so that I can get into the football game tomorrow night? Yes, really. So sad. There's more but my head is spinning as it is so I will go to bed and dream my reality so I can wake up unrefreshed to continue this fun-house of
Yes, he will be gone 8 - 10 days. I did not bake his pie and he can stick his apples where the sun don't shine. And yes, I love him because someone has to. He knows he misbehaved though he would never admit it, he is running around with his tail between his legs. I feel sorry for him.
BONUS! My daughter's house is going into foreclosure Oct. 28th. Should I dress up for that?