Finally...a touch of elegance, and I don't mean Hunter's toenails.

Tomorrow Hunter has an appt. with his podiatrist.  He hasn't been doing what the sheet from the doctor says to do.  (as I also have told him)  At first he did what he was supposed to.  Then I started to do what we were supposed to do.  Then it became that I wasn't wrapping them the right way.  He wanted the tape seam to be in the front or back....I can't recall except that I wasn't doing it right.  You know...I am not even going to get into this.  My point is that I wish I could go to his appt. with him.  I bet you the 3 dollars I have in my purse that somehow he is going to blame me.  Well actually, the new me doesn't give a shit.
I can't be there cuz I have a mammogram with possible ultra-sound.  Is it weird that I find an ulra-sound very soothing?

I have begun to work on making some semblance of order out of the chaos that is my  "home."  I can't continue thinking that Hunter will ever make the repairs he intended to do.  He has a plan, in fact juggles several at a time, but while he destructs in anticipation of "rebuilding", he gets sidetracked into tearing apart something else and that is how it goes.  Now it seems to have come to a screeching halt.  It is either the fact that his health is getting worse-though oddly it doesn't seem to get in the way of his doing things for others-or he has lost interest or feels defeated.  Doesn't matter.  I have to accept it and get on with my life.  So I am going with what I have and arranging it as I can.  If  it means giving up on the built-in bookcases I was supposed to get and putting two old bookcases against the 2  panels  of sheet rock that are against the wall waiting to be used as intended....then that is what I will do!  If it means putting books back on the standard and brackets "bookcases" in the other room-yeah, the one he had me clear off when we had the pod that we filled so he could do the work in the house-I will do it.  My piano is black lacquer and so I thought I would do that room all black and white with accents of red.  My plans are not to be so I will do what I can.  I had curtain that are white with black chandeliers and other elegant designs on it.  I hung those today and I can totally see how gorgeous it could have been.  But.....I will do what I can.  I will do what I can.  I will do what I can and be satisfied.
I promise I will get some pictures up so you can see that I do not exaggerate.  SARA, MY LAMB WHORE LEADER uses the term "Ghetto" to describe certain rooms in her house.  I can see that it totally describes every room in my house.
With Hunter being gone a few weeks in Oct. and all of Novenber, I could paint all of the walls which for some reason he won't let me do.  And I know I could do the plaster repair except the holes (and I use the term lightly) are bigger than my ass.  Waaaaaaayyyyy bigger!!!!!!  The best I can hope for is to perhaps glue some fabric over them.  Hanging mirrors or pictures won't work because some of these are up to the ceiling and.......Hey!  Maybe I could do some type of painting to make it look like an old-world building interior.  My mom was an artist.  Damn!  My dead mom is never around when I need her!
Oh well.  If you can't tell...this actually was an upbeat post.  Yay me!