I just got back from the doctor’s office. Tomorrow morning I get my eyes checked again. Then I hope I have my mornings free for awhile.
They said they’d refer me somewhere to get steroid injections in my neck. And that it either wouldn’t help at all, help some, or help a lot.
I’ve been meaning to mention that my internist ordered one of those tests to check your colon. She never could get me to get a colonoscopy. I didn’t want my daughter to have to take hours off work to go with me.
When I had my cataract surgeries, I was always awake immediately and so was home within about an hour.
I had a colonoscopy when I was about 41. But of course you’re supposed to get another one.
Anyway, it’s that test you hear about on TV where they send you a packet and you send a stool sample back. Mine was fine.
If you need a colonoscopy and want to go the easy route, you might ask your doctor. She had them send me mine in the mail.
It’s sunny but cool here today. We got a lot of rain yesterday, so the plants got a bit of a boost. I mean it really rained.
Yesterday I decided to go through my clothing. I took more than half of my clothes over to the laundry room for anyone who wants to look through the bags.
Much of the clothing had never been worn. Probably about half had not been worn at all. I brought those clothes with me from Texas and never wore them.
Ralph Lauren clothing and really nice jackets. When I was married I could buy nice clothes, or he’d buy them for me on holidays. But really nice clothes are just not me. So I never wore them.
My ex was a fancy dresser. He had to wear the best. But he did not understand that I didn’t feel the same way.
I recall sending watches back because why would I want a fancy dangling watch in my way when I spend much of my time in the garden?
He’d get mad at me. I hated to hurt his feelings because they were very nice gifts.
Some people aren’t so nice to be around, so instead they buy you fancy gifts. I’m here to tell you it doesn’t make up for the behavior. I would rather he not drink and black out and never remember what he did.
He’d send me flowers and I’d say, “Bring me a plant for my garden that I can enjoy for a long time. Or go out in the country and pick out a rock on the side of the road. Those are the kinds of things I really want.”
But he never got it. He is the type that ignores nature. And the outdoors to him is the space between his car and his office.
I gave the woman at the other end of the four-plex my jackets. One was a suede sweater jacket with fur around the neck. Another I didn’t even know I had.
Now I’ve got to go through the many boxes of shoes I don’t wear.
I did all this to give Ivy the closet. I store some things in there in the shelves at the top. But otherwise it is Ivy’s.
I have two big walk-in closets. The one where I put what clothing I kept has shelves on one side. That’s where I store decor, etc.
I don’t have any other closets in the apartment, so my coats and clothing for every season are on two rods.
Ivy is not bashful. She likes to lay on her back. Sometimes I find her sleeping that way.
She is a little love. She wants to love and be loved on. She has started to touch Charlie and be playful with him, and he does not want her to. He will growl a little.
Maybe that will change over time. Or maybe his ear hurts from having the cyst taken off.
This pet bed gets a lot of use. One or the other of them is usually on it.
At night when I retire to my bedroom, Charlie gets on the end of the bed. Ivy goes to the stack of quilts.
There is another stack near this one. Sometimes she goes to it, which is a little farther away. And there’s a third stack by my little TV. But she always manages to pull that stack down on top of her.
Above Ivy has paper in her mouth and Charlie is curious.
Right now Charlie is in his safe spot where he backs into place between me and the end of the couch.
Ivy is playing on the other side with her tail. When she tires of that she grabs onto my arm trying to get my attention and then nibbles at my hand.
She has been playing with this piece of paper for days. It is her favorite thing right now.
She prances around like she has found prey and killed it and is very proud of herself.
I haven’t found any dead crickets today, but the day is still young.
We’re having a little tug of war because she likes to go behind the couch and scratch. I have to break her of that little habit.
A Chewy’s box just came to my door. Wait, I didn’t order anything from Chewy’s this week. I ordered last week.
Did any of you order a scratching post for Ivy? It’s very nice. Now she has two. And another box to play in.
I don’t think I paid for one. But I’ll have to look at my online bank account and see.
This is the 5 month anniversary of Abi’s death.