Suziecreamcheese Sings the Blues

Everyone behaved.
Phew!

I had a moment when we got there, pictures that weren’t expected hit me hard, But I pulled it together. The sister who doesn’t speak to me was there, left immediately – but that’s on her, I didn’t even say hello to her, so if she wanted to run from me, that’s not my problem.

My great nephew, who is studying to be a doctor, was there with his mom (he’s the grandson of M, who doesn’t speak to me) I adore that boy. I guess he’s a man now, but he’ll always be the little boy who shared a rootberry snowcone with me every year at the Fair. THAT made me cry. I so rarely hear from him, he’s so busy with his studies.

There were a few moments – the final song was Vince Gill’s “Go rest high on that mountain.” Yeah, who chose that one? It wouldn’t have been my sister’s choice, I think she would have preferred Elvis. 🙂

So I made it through. Then my dear friend, who brought me the two things guaranteed to make me smile yesterday – yarn and fabric – and who accompanied me to the service – took me to dinner at the local Italian restaurant. The young girl who escorted us to our table looked familiar. I said her name with a question mark. – she responded. I told her, “I’m your great-aunt.” (Her grandmother is M, who doesn’t speak to me. ) I’ve only seen this kid a few times in her life, but when I asked if we could get a picture together, she readily agreed.

So a day of sadness was lightened by two young people – two kids I’ve loved all their lives, in the same way my sister loved me.

I’ll be okay. And when I’m gone, I hope they remember me with the same love and joyful hearts that I remember my sister.

See you on the side, Nancy

I’ve been pondering many things lately – probably the result of having a lot of time to myself.

First – President Trump got shot, narrowly missed getting killed, and we’re supposed to believe that a 20 year old kid somehow managed this all by himself.

Second – the Resident resigned his position as a contender for the Presidency, and anointed Kamala-Ding-Dong as his successor. I have many questions about this. Is this legal? Shouldn’t there be another primary? Who gave him the right to do this? What about the people who voted for him in the primaries? Just because they voted for HIM, doesn’t mean they want HER, does it? I would be royally pissed if my vote was basically just thrown out and someone said, “oh, by the way, this is who you’re getting because we don’t care what you want.”

I don’t like Joe Biden. I’ve never made a secret of that. I’ve also never wished him harm. I believe he’s suffering from dementia and I totally blame his family for pushing him to stay in politics, stay in the race, even stay in the White House. It’s been very sad to watch this frail old man paraded out and it’s veen infuriating to be asked to ignore what was obvious and pretend he was completely fine. Had anyone treated my father like that, they would have seriously wished they had never met me. If there was anything left when my mother got finished with them. (Never a violent family, but we can cut you to the bone with words alone)

I don’t like Kamala-Ding-Dong, also for many reasons. The first one is that she slept with a married man. It’s been well documented, so I’m pretty certain it’s true. I take my marriage vows very seriously. I actually take any vow seriously – if you’re making a promise to God, you better be prepared to keep that promise. Also, as a witch (and not a Wiccan, by the way, the two are not the same) I understand the very real repercussions to breaking a vow. You just don’t do it. Not only that, you respect the vows of others. I blame the guy, yes, he was an equal partner. But she did it to advance her career. We’re telling young women they can compete with a man as an equal – sort of doesn’t seem to me that we want a role model who competed by dropping her drawers.

I watched the debate and tried to be unbiased, even though I really hate DingDong’s voice. It was pretty apparent that the moderators favored her. it was very apparent when she got fact checked once and Trump got nailed on stuff we all know is true.

Are they really eating pets in Ohio? I don’t know, but I think it should be investigated. I think someone should actually talk to the people there and find out what’s going on instead of just taking the word of someone who may not want the truth to be known.

I think it would be great if there was a way for ordinary people to send in questions that anyone running for office has to answer. Don’t tell me WHAT you’re going to do, without telling me HOW you’re going to do it. I can tell you I’m going to Ireland next year – and you might believe me – but I have no real plan to go to Ireland next year, Bear would never fly that far so that’s not even a question. But I could tell you I’m going to – would you believe me?

I’m heartily sick of campaign commercials. If you really want my vote, quit it with the relentless ads. Unless they’re funny. Then you can run them a few times a day. I’m almost missing the damned Jardiance commercials. (That’s a lie, I HATE those! And Wegovy. Just go away with the dancing and singing over a damned drug)

I’m about to make a batch of peanut butter fudge. I thought I’d end this on a good note. 🙂

On Sunday night, I went to the basement to peruse what we had in the freezer. Note the word “had.” Everything was fine, I brought up some tuna noodle casserole, which, by the way, does not freeze well, and that was that.

Monday morning, I went for my usual walk, then went upstairs to do my back exercises. I was lying on the bedroom floor when Bear yelled, “Susan, come help me!” I flew down the stairs, he was leaning over a chair in the kitchen and my heart stopped. I was about to dial 911 while asking what was wrong. He said, “The freezer. The green light on the bottom is flashing and the warning alarm is going off and stuff is starting to thaw.” Well. That’s not good. Better than Bear needing an ambulance, though!

We commenced calling around for freezer space – good friend had plenty, thank God. Loaded up stuff and took it up to her, then came home. Meanwhile the repairman called and he can’t come till tomorrow. Yep, a whole week. Oh well. At least the food is hopefully saved.

So Bear went to work an hour late, I went to get food for Maverick. I decided to bring up a baggie of frozen pumpkin that I had left in the freezer and use it instead of letting it just thaw and tossing it – we had run out of patience while loading up all the food and I said screw that stuff, it’s been there forever. So I went to the basement.

Let me remind you that there are frequently spiders in the basement. It is not somewhere I like to go on a regular basis. There is a large broom at the bottom of the stairs and I am not afraid to beat a spider to death with it, since Bear says I’m not allowed to shoot them in the house. I think that’s a stupid rule but since he so rarely tells me no, I suppose the broom will have to do.

Shock and awe ensued. The light was no longer blinking, the alarm was no longer blasting. The pumpkin was feeling pretty darned solid. What the actual F***? I messaged Bear. His reply was “What the F***?” (We curse too much. Deal with it)

I went for dog food, and when i got home, put a bowl of water in the freezer. On a side note, no spiders dared make an appearance, it was not the day for that nonsense! Later we checked, water was frozen. We’re having the repair guy come anyway and not bringing home the food till we know the bloody thing is definitely working correctly.

On Tuesday, Bear went to the doctor – Maverick took him down about a month ago, he landed on his left arm and the next day his hand looked like a cartoon balloon. He came home from the doctor wearing a brace. Well. That’s nice. Apparently it’s some weirdness and he has the brace for a few months along with Voltaren and prednisone and will be re-evaluated when he goes back

Wednesday I took my neighbor to a meeting of the Friends of the Library. She’s 89 and hasn’t been to a meeting in ages, so that was a lot of fun, she was the definite star of that show. However, on the way in, another lady fell and broke a rib.
CFSS, I tell you!

Thursday was actually calm,

On Friday, I posted a picture of a wall hanging I made on the Nextdoor Neighbor app in an attempt to sell it. I got a hit really fast, super excited! This person wanted to pay through Zelle. I checked it out, my bank participates, so I thought okay. I sent her my name and phone number and she said she had sent the money. I checked. I had a message saying they couldn’t complete the transfer because it was less than $150. Hunh? So I told her this and said, just meet me in town with cash. Nope, she wanted to do it this way. She would send me $100 and I could then send that back. Seriously? I don’t think so. I said no, blocked her, called the bank, set alerts on all my accounts and thought, “get a real job, bitch.”

Yesterday, I took Maverick for a long walk in the morning. It was all good – we’ve been working VERY hard on that loose leash thing and making progress, I’m proud to say. Later, I decided a second walk was a good idea. We got maybe 1/4 mile in and he started limping. We went home. I watched him like a hawk all evening. He seems fine today – interestingly, he always visits every tree and bush at the park, all of which are surrounded by mulch, and he always kicks the mulch around. Today, he avoided all of those spots. I realized that he started limping right after he visited one of the trees yesterday. I’m wondering if he got a piece of mulch between his pads and now associates that with his paw hurting.

At any rate. I’m praying that the CFSS is over. I have a baby quilt to sew for my BFF’s new grandbaby and it needs to get done before she goes to Iowa to visit for the first time!

*For anyone who doesn’t know, CFSS stands for “cluster fucking shit show!”

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