Song of the day: “Walk on by” by Bryan Adams.
Strange days, but then what else is new. These days a perfectly uneventful day would be strange, I guess. Hah.
Knight, who has discovered how to take of his cone once more, decided to tear of his bandage and is bleeding again. Decided to clean the whole lot with iodine, and then put his denim sock on the way the vet advised I do sometime today. For the record I have to just state a moment that Knight is a friggin’ idiot. If it were up to him, he would start digging into that newly healed flesh and just wreck it all again. Grrr.
Had to wake up on time, despite the fact that I was a tad tired. Still had to rush through the morning rituals to be able to leave on time to drop the Opel off at the garage. Had to wait there for a bit until big brother (he was still a little under the weather) came to pick me up.
Had to drop some stuff off at home on our way to Málaga where the appointment with the ITV awaited. Actually managed to get there in time, just barely. We were pretty early, and yet the street hookers were out and about already. Drove past this rather young streetwalker with a neon dress that didn’t even cover her butt. Sad to see how these harsh times make folks do desperate things.
But anyway. We arrived more or less on the dot, meaning I had to rush inside, type in my license plate and then wait for my turn at the register for the paperwork. Took exactly the predicted time, for a change, same as when we had to wait for our turn on the lines with the other cars. No more than half an hour wasted, only to not pass the friggin’ MOT. Almost had a breakdown then and there when I saw the four “notes” on the paper that gave us exactly two months to make the repairs. Drat. Immediately went to our garage to let them see the paper. Was greatly relieved almost immediately, since three of the supposed problems were minor, and the last one doesn’t HAVE to be a problem, at least not until they put the car on the bridge. We have an appointment on Thursday.
Reassured we drove on to the hospital, only to find Tenant seriously upset with everything and everyone. She was all red from it, and it took us some time to talk her out of her upset. Ended up sitting with her for quite a while, working on our computers, after which she at a certain points sighed and said that she was so happy we were there. Was sorry to have to go, but there was more stuff to do yet.
Dropped big brother off at home, then drove straight through to the village to pay a bill at the vet’s. Needed a new prescription filled for the Knight, and we had to get veggies for the dogs.
Managed only a little more writing later in the evening, but all in all got enough done during the day.
Today…started off normal, actually. Did the usual chores, had breakfast, and worked on the book, and then was startled by the arrival of two women at the gate. Gawd. Turns out they were from social services. It wasn’t funny. Apparently they came to check up on tenant and Sally, and demanding to know all sorts of private information about mom and the present living situation, as if that is any of their business. Seriously, you should have seen their derogatory attitude toward our somewhat simple way of life. It was downright insulting. We are going to have to meet with social services in the near future to sort this out, because they couldn’t have picked a worse day either. Everyone had been way too busy today to do any cleaning. Grandpa was out just after eight, Cousin Ed was with tenant at the hospital since early, it wasn’t Jane and Olive’s day, big brother is still under the weather, and I was trying to finally get some writing done. It was a mess. *sigh*
But anyway, that certainly put a lid on the day. Had burning stomach acid most of the day, and then we got the news that not only does tenant have a normal UTI, she also has some sort of bacteria there (usually caught at hospitals, of all places) that has her in semi-quarantine. No one is allowed to go in without surgical robes and gloves, for crying out loud. Talk about clean. Apparently antiseptic isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. Grrr.
Next we headed into the yard to do some serious watering. It’s been a while, but it was wonderful to be down there, despite the fact that the yard is less than a quarter of what we did the past few years, darn it. Actually calmed down enough not to feel my stomach burn anymore.
While big brother and grandpa went out to get some stuff from the village, Cousin Ed and I cooked dinner. Lentil veggie mix, which worked out rather well, along with white endive halves baked in cream. Both worked out well, if I do say so myself. Hah.
Some more writing tonight, and then it was of course blogging time, again.
Saturday, August 3, 2013
Thursday, August 1, 2013
Stupid is stupid does.
Song of the day: “Thank God I’m a country boy” by John Denver, of course.
Another busy couple of days, naturally. What else is new, right? That seems to be par for the course this summer.
Yesterday was an official workday for big brother and me. The temps weren’t as pleasant as the other day. The Mercury hit the nineties around noon and so much went wrong that I wondered for a bit if it was worth staying.
First off, big brother was feeling a little off. The night before he’d vomited. Caregiver had to stay at the hospital until two in the morning, meaning that we got a call to come pick her up about an hour after we went to bed. We’d planned on that by going to bed despite the fact that she wasn’t home yet, and since we didn’t think it smart that either of us would drive there alone with our sleepy heads, we opted to go together for safety reasons. He was already feeling bad when I phoned him awake, and then when we got home round four in the morning, he started retching in the middle of the terrace. Fun, that. But anyway, we both rushed to bed and slept ‘till nine instead of the planned eight, went through all the necessary chores such a feeding the dogs and checking everything that we didn’t leave home until ten thirty. Then, just as we were about to reach Alozaina (village near the job site) to get the first load of sand, I discovered that I had forgotten my purse and…the house keys!!! Aaaaargh. "Stupid is, stupid does," right?
So I called home to have grandpa check (yes it was at home), at which point he agreed to drive the moped half the way (he remembered the route pretty well from back in the day when he had a gardening job in the area) and then give me my purse and a bottle of pre-mixed fuel for the mower. Luckily he rather enjoyed the ride.
But anyway, before I could meet him halfway big brother and I had to unload the car of some 800 pounds of gravel and some 1900 pounds of sand from the trailer. Then there were all the tools to get out, and the wheelbarrow from the top, and before that was done it was already one o’clock, meaning that I had to hurry to get at least the bags of cement from the construction company…
Which reminds me. I LOVE• computers. I had ordered ten bags of cement and three times half a cubic meter of sand which I would come pick up during the course of the day. Now, the trick is that on cubic meter of sand costs about 18 bucks, while half a cubic meter will cost you 13 bucks. Fun part would be that the computer would accept three halfs and kept making it into one and a half. He ended up having me pay for one cubic and a half, meaning we got a bit of a discount paying our expenses for hauling it up there. The location is a little iffy for bigger transports so our solution is to haul it up there bit by bit…which would be practically impossible without a 4X4.
But anyway, I had planned to take the trailer so I could pick up both cement and sand on the way back from meeting grandpa, but since unloading took so long I decided to not take the trailer and only pick up cement before siesta closing time. Had to explain to the women at the counter what had occurred that morning and waited outside while the youngest of the two followed me out and looked at the lift truck. She doubted and then asked me to put the car with the pallet of bags. I said fine, put it there and then shrugged when she disappeared inside. There were ten of them, so I loaded the ten up, not realizing that there was this dude watching me do exactly there somewhat confusedly. I was just about done when the guy who’d helped me that morning arrived. Apparently the girl had called him to load up, so he was a tad surprised when I’d already done it. Like I’m going to give up a chance on weightlifting now that I don’t have time to do that at home. *snort* Spanish folks get it even less when a girl does construction work. Hah.
I got back on site at one thirty where big brother had spent his time spreading the gravel where it needed to be and watering the plants, and doing some more mowing. We unloaded and then took some time to eat lunch, do some writing, and a very, very short nap, all three during the hottest two hours of the day.
At four, once they were open again, I arrived at the construction company where I got another load of sand. The entire trip takes me about forty minutes, seeing as going back up the mountain means going about 9 mph in many places.
Third trip over and done with, and nicely sore from unloading and wheelbarrow-ing the cement and first two loads of sand to where big brother had set up the concrete mixer for me, I got to mixing concrete. Unloading the last load would have to wait until the end of the day.
All in all, I hauled about 15 70 pound bags of cement around the place, so I definitely got my fitness done.
Mixed several loads of concrete for big brother while he did the masonry on the small wall that is going to keep the new floor in place once we start pouring. It will be natural rock, so it’ll look nice at least, and fit the general idea of the yard.
Did get my fair share of puzzling with rocks, though, while I shoveled concrete for big brother and hauled more rocks in for his use.
Since I had Knight there on his own, I decided, when I saw that his foot was rather swollen again, to remove his bandage entirely and just keep track of him. He did rather well most of the day, but regretfully, by the end of the day, he tore open one of his calluses, which had me wrap him back up just to be safe.
After seven the temps dropped nicely, and boy was I happy for that fifteen minute nap when we finally called it a day at nine fifteen (had to make the normal eight hours after me messing up like that after all) and started cleaning everything up…not to mention that we still had to unload that sand. Hah.
That took until well after dark, and driving home certainly was interesting. Hah.
Was in bed at twelve thirty and out for the count about three minutes later. *sigh*
Tenant is still at the hospital, and not happy about it. I can imagine, but since she refuses to drink most of the time, there is really nothing I can do about it. She’ll have to decide what is more important to her. Getting out of hospital or holding on to her dislike for drinking. We’re going to look her up tomorrow after the Land Rover’s MOT.
Then, before I knew it my phone was ringing. Cousin Ed telling me it was nine in the morning while I had told her the night before that I was planning to get up at eight so I could get some writing done. Drat. Did have enough sleep, so in that regard it wasn’t a disaster, eh?
No time for anything this morning, though. I had done no substantial Spanish the entire week, and since I first had to go to the vet (he’s doing well so I won’t have to be back until four days from today, yay!) then had to go through the village getting all sorts of stuff for mom in establishments that had miles of rows waiting at the registers. I was all in a tiffy about the complete shortage of time when I finally got home, about fifteen minutes before we had to leave for Spanish lessons. I would have been able to get some of my homework done too, if I hadn’t needed to change out of my grubby sweats, and get some food into my gut before the morning coffee departed entirely and left my stomach bare. Grrr.
Ended up reading some of Jack Vance’s Dirdir in the car, meaning I at least had Spanish in my head when we arrived at class. The lesson didn’t go bad either, so I guess not all was bad. Actually learned quite a bit and she complimented us that we are coming along nicely. Good thing, that, because in my darkest moments I sometimes doubt. Hah.
Spanish lessons over and done with, we headed for town for a pick up, which thankfully didn’t take as long as it could have. Then we rushed back home to work on the car and prepare it for tomorrow’s MOT.
Yep. There were the seatbelts that had to be fixed, all sorts of messes to remove from inside and outside, and the whole thing to wash from top to bottom. Our baby is looking beautiful now, thank you very much, with everything that we could get fixed, fixed. Hah.
Got a phone call from AuthorHouse trying to sell me a promotion package for “Trust Me” Said the Spy. Not that I don’t want to invest in my book, but seriously, at the moment we worry about paying the month’s bills and buying frivolous stuff like food, paying some odd 600 bucks for promotion that didn’t work the first time round is not even on my top hundred list. *sigh* Was a nice young fellow, though, and I could hardly blame him for needing to make a living. So I let him do his spiel, explained the situation to him, before we chatted a little about the dogs and said our goodbyes. By then I was starving because I missed lunch and was well passed supper time. *sigh*
Next there was a quick dip into the pool, followed by a short writing session before my stomach started to crawl its way up and started hitting my brain demanding where the food was. Headed up to finish up the tomato soup Cousin Ed had started on, made fondue and took the whole lot down for a quick supper while working on my computer.
Managed about a page at least, at which time I had to start on today’s blog…which I now declare done. I’m off to bed. Yay!
Another busy couple of days, naturally. What else is new, right? That seems to be par for the course this summer.
Yesterday was an official workday for big brother and me. The temps weren’t as pleasant as the other day. The Mercury hit the nineties around noon and so much went wrong that I wondered for a bit if it was worth staying.
First off, big brother was feeling a little off. The night before he’d vomited. Caregiver had to stay at the hospital until two in the morning, meaning that we got a call to come pick her up about an hour after we went to bed. We’d planned on that by going to bed despite the fact that she wasn’t home yet, and since we didn’t think it smart that either of us would drive there alone with our sleepy heads, we opted to go together for safety reasons. He was already feeling bad when I phoned him awake, and then when we got home round four in the morning, he started retching in the middle of the terrace. Fun, that. But anyway, we both rushed to bed and slept ‘till nine instead of the planned eight, went through all the necessary chores such a feeding the dogs and checking everything that we didn’t leave home until ten thirty. Then, just as we were about to reach Alozaina (village near the job site) to get the first load of sand, I discovered that I had forgotten my purse and…the house keys!!! Aaaaargh. "Stupid is, stupid does," right?
So I called home to have grandpa check (yes it was at home), at which point he agreed to drive the moped half the way (he remembered the route pretty well from back in the day when he had a gardening job in the area) and then give me my purse and a bottle of pre-mixed fuel for the mower. Luckily he rather enjoyed the ride.
But anyway, before I could meet him halfway big brother and I had to unload the car of some 800 pounds of gravel and some 1900 pounds of sand from the trailer. Then there were all the tools to get out, and the wheelbarrow from the top, and before that was done it was already one o’clock, meaning that I had to hurry to get at least the bags of cement from the construction company…
Which reminds me. I LOVE• computers. I had ordered ten bags of cement and three times half a cubic meter of sand which I would come pick up during the course of the day. Now, the trick is that on cubic meter of sand costs about 18 bucks, while half a cubic meter will cost you 13 bucks. Fun part would be that the computer would accept three halfs and kept making it into one and a half. He ended up having me pay for one cubic and a half, meaning we got a bit of a discount paying our expenses for hauling it up there. The location is a little iffy for bigger transports so our solution is to haul it up there bit by bit…which would be practically impossible without a 4X4.
But anyway, I had planned to take the trailer so I could pick up both cement and sand on the way back from meeting grandpa, but since unloading took so long I decided to not take the trailer and only pick up cement before siesta closing time. Had to explain to the women at the counter what had occurred that morning and waited outside while the youngest of the two followed me out and looked at the lift truck. She doubted and then asked me to put the car with the pallet of bags. I said fine, put it there and then shrugged when she disappeared inside. There were ten of them, so I loaded the ten up, not realizing that there was this dude watching me do exactly there somewhat confusedly. I was just about done when the guy who’d helped me that morning arrived. Apparently the girl had called him to load up, so he was a tad surprised when I’d already done it. Like I’m going to give up a chance on weightlifting now that I don’t have time to do that at home. *snort* Spanish folks get it even less when a girl does construction work. Hah.
I got back on site at one thirty where big brother had spent his time spreading the gravel where it needed to be and watering the plants, and doing some more mowing. We unloaded and then took some time to eat lunch, do some writing, and a very, very short nap, all three during the hottest two hours of the day.
At four, once they were open again, I arrived at the construction company where I got another load of sand. The entire trip takes me about forty minutes, seeing as going back up the mountain means going about 9 mph in many places.
Third trip over and done with, and nicely sore from unloading and wheelbarrow-ing the cement and first two loads of sand to where big brother had set up the concrete mixer for me, I got to mixing concrete. Unloading the last load would have to wait until the end of the day.
All in all, I hauled about 15 70 pound bags of cement around the place, so I definitely got my fitness done.
Mixed several loads of concrete for big brother while he did the masonry on the small wall that is going to keep the new floor in place once we start pouring. It will be natural rock, so it’ll look nice at least, and fit the general idea of the yard.
Did get my fair share of puzzling with rocks, though, while I shoveled concrete for big brother and hauled more rocks in for his use.
Since I had Knight there on his own, I decided, when I saw that his foot was rather swollen again, to remove his bandage entirely and just keep track of him. He did rather well most of the day, but regretfully, by the end of the day, he tore open one of his calluses, which had me wrap him back up just to be safe.
After seven the temps dropped nicely, and boy was I happy for that fifteen minute nap when we finally called it a day at nine fifteen (had to make the normal eight hours after me messing up like that after all) and started cleaning everything up…not to mention that we still had to unload that sand. Hah.
That took until well after dark, and driving home certainly was interesting. Hah.
Was in bed at twelve thirty and out for the count about three minutes later. *sigh*
Tenant is still at the hospital, and not happy about it. I can imagine, but since she refuses to drink most of the time, there is really nothing I can do about it. She’ll have to decide what is more important to her. Getting out of hospital or holding on to her dislike for drinking. We’re going to look her up tomorrow after the Land Rover’s MOT.
Then, before I knew it my phone was ringing. Cousin Ed telling me it was nine in the morning while I had told her the night before that I was planning to get up at eight so I could get some writing done. Drat. Did have enough sleep, so in that regard it wasn’t a disaster, eh?
No time for anything this morning, though. I had done no substantial Spanish the entire week, and since I first had to go to the vet (he’s doing well so I won’t have to be back until four days from today, yay!) then had to go through the village getting all sorts of stuff for mom in establishments that had miles of rows waiting at the registers. I was all in a tiffy about the complete shortage of time when I finally got home, about fifteen minutes before we had to leave for Spanish lessons. I would have been able to get some of my homework done too, if I hadn’t needed to change out of my grubby sweats, and get some food into my gut before the morning coffee departed entirely and left my stomach bare. Grrr.
Ended up reading some of Jack Vance’s Dirdir in the car, meaning I at least had Spanish in my head when we arrived at class. The lesson didn’t go bad either, so I guess not all was bad. Actually learned quite a bit and she complimented us that we are coming along nicely. Good thing, that, because in my darkest moments I sometimes doubt. Hah.
Spanish lessons over and done with, we headed for town for a pick up, which thankfully didn’t take as long as it could have. Then we rushed back home to work on the car and prepare it for tomorrow’s MOT.
Yep. There were the seatbelts that had to be fixed, all sorts of messes to remove from inside and outside, and the whole thing to wash from top to bottom. Our baby is looking beautiful now, thank you very much, with everything that we could get fixed, fixed. Hah.
Got a phone call from AuthorHouse trying to sell me a promotion package for “Trust Me” Said the Spy. Not that I don’t want to invest in my book, but seriously, at the moment we worry about paying the month’s bills and buying frivolous stuff like food, paying some odd 600 bucks for promotion that didn’t work the first time round is not even on my top hundred list. *sigh* Was a nice young fellow, though, and I could hardly blame him for needing to make a living. So I let him do his spiel, explained the situation to him, before we chatted a little about the dogs and said our goodbyes. By then I was starving because I missed lunch and was well passed supper time. *sigh*
Next there was a quick dip into the pool, followed by a short writing session before my stomach started to crawl its way up and started hitting my brain demanding where the food was. Headed up to finish up the tomato soup Cousin Ed had started on, made fondue and took the whole lot down for a quick supper while working on my computer.
Managed about a page at least, at which time I had to start on today’s blog…which I now declare done. I’m off to bed. Yay!
Tuesday, July 30, 2013
Can't be helped
Song of the day…oh, who cares. It’s been a busy day…what am saying…weekend, and I don’t have a lot o time to get this blog done.
First off, I wanna say I was a good Sammie, because I ate meat today an Saturday. Seriously. Done. As promised to this malfunctioning carcass of mine. Grrr.
In regards to Sally, there really isn’t anything the doctors can do for her anymore. No more chemo, just making her as comfortable as possible while the stage 4 cancer does its thing. Very depressing, but not unexpected. She’s not doing well in any case, and whatever the doctors have explained to her, is gone from her head within half an hour. All the other stuff. It’s getting worse every day. Nasty stuff, cancer.
Since neither tenant nor Sally were doing well at all, we decided to cancel the market Saturday evening. No big event at Funny Beach anyway, so there wouldn’t be a lot of customers anyway. Jane did come over as planned to help with tenant, so that gave caregiver a bit of a break at least.
Went to a pick up a donation, which turned up last moment. Very convenient that we had time for that.
Saturday evening we decided, spur of the moment, to go work at the job a little early. We packed up the Land Rover with tools, tried think of everything we needed, let the boss-lady know we’d be going there, and then went to bed semi-early.
Took me a while to wake up, wondering what the odd symphony of two alarms meant, but then it was up and at ‘m. Were only half an hour later than planned on location and immediately got to work. First off big brother went through the storage looking for the mower, and then for fuel. Finally found some in the broken chainsaw, which was just enough for him to gut away the weeds that obstructed our working area. Did the planning, the measuring, and then, watering the plants in the meantime, got started on the digging. Seriously, I am totally out of shape. The temps were good, though, and during the hottest hours of the day we took a break, ate some mac&cheese, and then worked on the book for a couple of hours.
Strangely enough clouds came rumbling in around that time, making the temps even more comfortable, and when we did the biggest part of the digging it was actually more than just bearable. Got the majority of the digging done, made some plans to show to the boss-lady, and calculated a rough estimate of the cost.
Once we had the digging done, pins hit into the soil where the outer line will be. Then the fun part started. Hauling rocks from all around the property. Got quite a few down to the terrace where we’re working on, and while filling the last wheelbarrow behind the house, big brother and I had the weirdest conversation.
Me: Do you know where the scythe is?
BB: Huh?
Me: The scythe. I can’t find it.
BB: I don’t know.
Me: I put it in the window.
BB: You probably put it somewhere else.
Me: I didn’t. I put it right there.
BB: Didn’t see it.
Me: Maybe someone stole it.
BB: I doubt anyone would bother to steal that rusty old thing.
Me (looking around warily): Not if it is like the Texas Chainsaw massacre kind of thing.
BB (snorts): Then they’d have stolen the chainsaw.
Me: Why would they steal a broken chainsaw.
BB: You’re weird.
Me: Me? (outraged) You’re the one suggesting that someone would steal a broken chainsaw while there’s a perfectly fine scythe lying about.
What can I say, I’ve a wonky imagination. *snort* As I was we continued to haul rocks…and found the scythe lying on the other side of the house where yours truly had left it. *sigh* Knight II didn’t mind the day at all. He basically spent the majority of the day snoozing on the outside bed in the shade of the balcony we built last year. Hah
Got most of the foundation dug out, and the majority of the rocks are ready and waiting.
Finished at around nine, cleaned up behind us, checked we turned off the electricity and water, and went back home. Luckily the ladies hadn’t been a major problem while we were off, though grandpa did have a little bit of an accident with the dog meat he’d boiled that morning. Apparently he hadn’t closed the fridge door properly, so the dogs really, Really, REALLY enjoyed that meat. *sigh*
Were nicely sore and tired last night, so it was definitely a good day with loads of physical activity.
This morning started with a planned vet visit, as usual, but when I came up Jane informed me that tenant wasn’t well at all. She was shivering like mad, so we took her temperature twice, both with the same result. No fever.
.
Knight wrecked his bandages last night, so I had apply new ones that stayed on till this morning when grandpa and I took him to the vet. The wound is looking well, but the swelling is still there. At least the other paw is back to normal. Noticed on the way out of the vet’s that there was a small puddle of green liquid under the car. Darn it.
When we came back Caregiver informed me that tenant now had 102.52, which isn’t good. We gave tenant a paracetamol and called an ambulance. They didn’t actually pick her up until after four, which is totally out of whack in regards to her history with sepsis.
Can’t be helped.
But anyway, since caregiver couldn’t bring grandpa to his doctor’s appointment, and Sally for an emergency visit because she’s got so many new little wounds, that just keep getting worse. Didn’t get back from that until one in the afternoon. Once back I called the garage who are extremely busy, but who would have a quick look if we managed to get there within the hour. Had to wait for little brother to return. He needed to make a delivery of chairs.
Arrived at the garage within the hour. Probably nothing, thankfully. Just a seal that might have shifted a little. We’ll see on Thursday when we have to go to the MOT. Picked up a few things for mom, and then went back home in time to see the ambulance depart with tenant and caregiver.
We did some Spanish. Decided to load up the car and wagon for tomorrow’s work session up in the mountains, and did a quick trip to get the gravel we’re going to need tomorrow. What with everything going on (like picking up caregiver, and maybe tenant tonight still) it is going to be interesting to see how tomorrow will work out. Jeez.
But anyway, got everything done, even this blog, so it is time for me to see if I can do a nap now, before we have to leave for the hospital.
First off, I wanna say I was a good Sammie, because I ate meat today an Saturday. Seriously. Done. As promised to this malfunctioning carcass of mine. Grrr.
In regards to Sally, there really isn’t anything the doctors can do for her anymore. No more chemo, just making her as comfortable as possible while the stage 4 cancer does its thing. Very depressing, but not unexpected. She’s not doing well in any case, and whatever the doctors have explained to her, is gone from her head within half an hour. All the other stuff. It’s getting worse every day. Nasty stuff, cancer.
Since neither tenant nor Sally were doing well at all, we decided to cancel the market Saturday evening. No big event at Funny Beach anyway, so there wouldn’t be a lot of customers anyway. Jane did come over as planned to help with tenant, so that gave caregiver a bit of a break at least.
Went to a pick up a donation, which turned up last moment. Very convenient that we had time for that.
Saturday evening we decided, spur of the moment, to go work at the job a little early. We packed up the Land Rover with tools, tried think of everything we needed, let the boss-lady know we’d be going there, and then went to bed semi-early.
Took me a while to wake up, wondering what the odd symphony of two alarms meant, but then it was up and at ‘m. Were only half an hour later than planned on location and immediately got to work. First off big brother went through the storage looking for the mower, and then for fuel. Finally found some in the broken chainsaw, which was just enough for him to gut away the weeds that obstructed our working area. Did the planning, the measuring, and then, watering the plants in the meantime, got started on the digging. Seriously, I am totally out of shape. The temps were good, though, and during the hottest hours of the day we took a break, ate some mac&cheese, and then worked on the book for a couple of hours.
Strangely enough clouds came rumbling in around that time, making the temps even more comfortable, and when we did the biggest part of the digging it was actually more than just bearable. Got the majority of the digging done, made some plans to show to the boss-lady, and calculated a rough estimate of the cost.
Once we had the digging done, pins hit into the soil where the outer line will be. Then the fun part started. Hauling rocks from all around the property. Got quite a few down to the terrace where we’re working on, and while filling the last wheelbarrow behind the house, big brother and I had the weirdest conversation.
Me: Do you know where the scythe is?
BB: Huh?
Me: The scythe. I can’t find it.
BB: I don’t know.
Me: I put it in the window.
BB: You probably put it somewhere else.
Me: I didn’t. I put it right there.
BB: Didn’t see it.
Me: Maybe someone stole it.
BB: I doubt anyone would bother to steal that rusty old thing.
Me (looking around warily): Not if it is like the Texas Chainsaw massacre kind of thing.
BB (snorts): Then they’d have stolen the chainsaw.
Me: Why would they steal a broken chainsaw.
BB: You’re weird.
Me: Me? (outraged) You’re the one suggesting that someone would steal a broken chainsaw while there’s a perfectly fine scythe lying about.
What can I say, I’ve a wonky imagination. *snort* As I was we continued to haul rocks…and found the scythe lying on the other side of the house where yours truly had left it. *sigh* Knight II didn’t mind the day at all. He basically spent the majority of the day snoozing on the outside bed in the shade of the balcony we built last year. Hah
Got most of the foundation dug out, and the majority of the rocks are ready and waiting.
Finished at around nine, cleaned up behind us, checked we turned off the electricity and water, and went back home. Luckily the ladies hadn’t been a major problem while we were off, though grandpa did have a little bit of an accident with the dog meat he’d boiled that morning. Apparently he hadn’t closed the fridge door properly, so the dogs really, Really, REALLY enjoyed that meat. *sigh*
Were nicely sore and tired last night, so it was definitely a good day with loads of physical activity.
This morning started with a planned vet visit, as usual, but when I came up Jane informed me that tenant wasn’t well at all. She was shivering like mad, so we took her temperature twice, both with the same result. No fever.
.
Knight wrecked his bandages last night, so I had apply new ones that stayed on till this morning when grandpa and I took him to the vet. The wound is looking well, but the swelling is still there. At least the other paw is back to normal. Noticed on the way out of the vet’s that there was a small puddle of green liquid under the car. Darn it.
When we came back Caregiver informed me that tenant now had 102.52, which isn’t good. We gave tenant a paracetamol and called an ambulance. They didn’t actually pick her up until after four, which is totally out of whack in regards to her history with sepsis.
Can’t be helped.
But anyway, since caregiver couldn’t bring grandpa to his doctor’s appointment, and Sally for an emergency visit because she’s got so many new little wounds, that just keep getting worse. Didn’t get back from that until one in the afternoon. Once back I called the garage who are extremely busy, but who would have a quick look if we managed to get there within the hour. Had to wait for little brother to return. He needed to make a delivery of chairs.
Arrived at the garage within the hour. Probably nothing, thankfully. Just a seal that might have shifted a little. We’ll see on Thursday when we have to go to the MOT. Picked up a few things for mom, and then went back home in time to see the ambulance depart with tenant and caregiver.
We did some Spanish. Decided to load up the car and wagon for tomorrow’s work session up in the mountains, and did a quick trip to get the gravel we’re going to need tomorrow. What with everything going on (like picking up caregiver, and maybe tenant tonight still) it is going to be interesting to see how tomorrow will work out. Jeez.
But anyway, got everything done, even this blog, so it is time for me to see if I can do a nap now, before we have to leave for the hospital.
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