More Falls, Literally

Last night I took my granddaughters for dinner at their favorite restaurant–for us–Red Lobster. Cassie was awfully quiet. Jackie was talkative as usual. I had invited Sabrina, too, but Clint seems to have the flu–a virus, she says–but it sounds like the flu to me. So it was just the three of us. We ate light and chatted about all sorts of stuff. Jackie in particular is concerned that she is having trouble with a bunch of classes in school. She can make up any excuse you could possibly think of for not being able to study. Mostly she blames it on having chores to do at home. When I asked her what subject she was doing well in and liked, she said, “Pep Squad.” I explained that was not going to do her a lot of good later in life unless she became a phys ed teacher, but she would still have to do well in math and sciences.

They got their ears pierced–again; they were done when they were about 2 years old but Sabrina let them close up. They have to have them pierced for Pep Squad competition and they were glad to have them done. Jackie got tiny czs and Cassie got aquamarine which sort of matches their birthstone, blue topaz. They look nice and aren’t hurting them.

My check from Thrivent was deposited early today, thank you Allah. So I am saved for a while from the bill collectors. Ernie needs eye drops and I ordered those from the eye doctor and I have to pick them up. Saturday, Ernie got tangled up in the wires that go to mt printer from my computer and pulled it out of the printer and broke it. So off I went to buy another USB cord for the printer. I also bought watercolor paper Saturday and it seems to be glued on all four sides. Makes it pretty useless, but I did do a bit of drawing with colored pencils and pastels. Today I sketched a drawing of what I believe the throne of Allah looks like. It’s a pencil sketch with colors noted and I’ll do the real piece either in acrylic or in oil. Haven’t decided which.

Sabrina was in a pretty foul mood since her cast hurts and she can’t do anything (she’s left-handed, with the cast on that hand), Clint has been throwing up all over, she had to take him to Texas Med because he couldn’t breathe, and it cost over $200. She hasn’t been sleeping and looked awful.

As for me, I have heard no more from my Iraqi “friend.” Which is what I expected. I think I’m expected to be around when he wants me to be. And to clean up my house and get rid of my dog. Right. I will do what I please, and the more I think this over, the more I think it is not right. Even though it feels good to be wanted, it isn’t worth jeopardizing my spiritual life for it. The difficult part is going to be telling him. He is very charming and persuasive.

Today I have been sketching and reading and then went to print out something on the printer. It ran out of paper and I fell again trying to put the paper in. I hit my right knee this time and bumped the left. I will be a black and blue mess if these falls keep up. I lose my balance and smash into things. I could try to blame it on the meds, but I think I’m just clumsy and there isn’t much room to move around with all the crap in here. That’s why I need the girls to help me clean it up. The new TV set is sitting her because Sabrina was supposed to come and help me move the TV and set it up this weekend, but true to form, she never came nor called. This place is a mess.

I have lots of stuff to mail, too, but today is the worst mailing day, so I probably won’t go to the P.O. today. The mail carrier delivered some of my mail and my packages today because he can’t get the back of the post boxes open since Saturday. They have left messages for the handyman and the office but no one is around. So I may have a package but if the office isn’t open, I can’t get it anyway. But at least the watches came and the “Wicked” tickets, at least I will have those presents to give on Christmas–if they are doing anything for Christmas. No body seems to know what they are doing at my daughter’s house.

I did offer to help the girls with their homework when they go back to school. I told the girls and Sabrina. They just have to call. I have told them that before but no body seems to be running on a full tank over there. Who knows if they will ask for help or not.

I just hope that I have no more falls or have an accident. Yikes!

About mairedubhtx

I am a "youngish" grandmother of 15 year old twin granddaughter who has recently (is a year "recent"?) adopted Islam as my way of life, much to the consternation of my family. I love to read. I love to write. I am writing a book about my decision to revert, about my spiritual journey. I have another blog about stories from my youth, my parents, and grandparents. It's a blog so my OCD daughter will not be able to throw it out when I die. I suffer from depression and anxiety, for which I am treated, so my posts may be a bit dark at times. C'est la vie.
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