We Skirted the Snow
We did have a covering of snow today. Each day we go forward with threats.
Speaking of threats. I may not threaten Dennis, but the bear is not doing it in the buckwheat . . . no more. I am so done with red hankies that have been slathered in Vicks hitting my washing machine. Vicks does not dissolve no matter bow hot the wash water is or what laundry soap is used.
FYI . . . instead of taking care of slime in the throat from the 0utside going in, try knocking off sucking on hot cigarettes’ the majority of the day and cauterizing the stint in the throat. Dennis has done nothing other than relying on over-the-counter fixes and prescriptions for the sinus’. His doctors have pretty much told him what would be a good beginning on fixing his situation. My arthritic hands are worth more than trying to tie a hankie around his greased up neck tight enough for it to stay secure. As an adult I can say “No.” This has been going on for months and there has not been one iota of benefit other than going through one jar of Vicks after another.
I may love Dennis dearly, but not enough to play this silly game of “Oh my gosh the tub of the washing machine needs cleaning of the ring around the tub of Vicks.”
It might get quiet for a time on Stauffer, but no one advocates for me in my health and wellbeing, I know what I need to do. It might be fine for Dennis to say, “I think you should take it easy.” Putting your mouth where your housekeeping hands could be might be the rest of the story. I know what my challenges are and I work through them. Am I complaining, no, just stating facts and logic.
Time will tell how this evening goes or if the Super 8 will have a new tenant.
Just because we love our spouses does not mean we need to buy into that which passes all understanding.