The work in the great outdoors continues!

Thanks to a very dedicated and helpful young friend, the work continues on for the front yard. A new planter is being put into the front, along with the mint flowerbed being dug out and planted, and the sandy walkway that I’ve twisted my ankle on too many times is now being bricked over.

We found out lighting the firepit won’t harm the canvas we put up (yay!) during a date night in, and my little surviving rosebushes are finally abloom again.

And a few obligatory pics of Bree being a selfish little corgbrat… we wouldn’t have her any other way, though.

Next on the agenda- find something to plant in the new planter that can deal with full sun. a climber might be good.. I may just chicken out and go for more morning glories.

Yesterday was a pretty weird day just in general.

Holiday week means a quiet day for the most part- work was work, stepdad was getting a new dialysis port installed, so I was keeping an ear out for anything the folks needed. When word came in that some prescriptions needed pick up, we headed that way.

Cue a long wait time just to drop off the script, plus the extremely unwelcome news that everything on the list was not available at the pharmacy and the morbid/pitying look of curiosity that I hate to see at any point in time in regards to any situation and my teeth are starting to grind. Add in some more annoyance when picking up dinner (you can’t order that, it’s not on the menu, we don’t know what you’re talking about, you know, as I’m pointing at the item on the menu) and back to the pharmacy I go, hi ho hi ho.

Pharm tech of the curious look hassles me because I transposed my folks street number on the address. My strained patience snaps. I’m not picking this up as a lark, I’m trying like hell to hurry because it’s a pain med that is very much needed. I ask to make sure we have ALL the scripts, and I am assured we do, undoubtedly because this guy wants to see the back of me quickly and get on with his day.

Errands run, meds delivered, we head home, and find out that the pharmacy called, there were two more scripts to be picked up.

Argh. Stupid guy. Do you need them tonight? No? OK, we’ll figure it out tomorrow.

Last night, there was a complication with the new port that was a lot scary, but hey, all is okay now, but can we pick up the scripts?

Of course we can. And when we drop them by, stepdad says it’s a real good thing he didn’t have them last night.

It was for sleeping pills. Meaning if he’d had it and had taken it, that complication could have been way more serious.

So you look at that chain of events, of things that don’t normally happen, and you start to wonder.

I have made a terrible error.
You might even call it a grievous error, except he’s not on the shower curtain.
Since Rick and I are back to just Rick and I in the house, we’ve been slowly working on redoing the rooms… the guest bathroom has been the last one on the list. The last clearance sale ThinkGeek had, I managed to pick up a spiffy Star Wars shower curtain and some Empire and Rebel hand towels. Cool, I think.
Until tonight.
I was hosting a game night, and was alerted to the issue by a guest… it seems Luke stares a little intently, creepily so if you use the facilities sitting down. If you are of the persuasion to use the facilities from a standing position, Grand Moff Tarken and Obi Wan Kenobi are seemingly passing judgment on your equippage.
After every trip to the bathroom, each guest remarked upon one or another of these issues.. and since opposite of the shower is a wall mirror, there really is no escaping the stares of Luke, Han, Obi Wan, and Tarkin.
You know what? I don’t care. I’m going to print out Luke staring intently and hang it on the damn door so you catch it from every possible angle and on the way out.
Maybe I’ll put a legend beneath it- ‘Luke asks, did you wash your hands and put the seat down?’
Or I could just move it into my bathroom and replace it with the nice neutral silhouette shower curtain with X-wings and crap.
But I can’t remember the last time I laughed so hard. So creepy Luke and the gang may get to stay.

 

The title almost kind of says it all… I decided that the part of Facebook I was enjoying most were the little snips of our lives that I was writing about. So, not Facebooking doesn’t mean I can’t do that anymore, it just meant I had to find a new place to do it.

So here we are.