I Got Plastered & More

Hallelujah! My bathroom got some walls! I told the tile guy I’m not as excited as I was three months ago when demo happened. He assured me that’s the way it is, a pain in the ass. So, there’s that. As work begins in there, I realize the new bathroom is going to be smaller than it looks in the picture – in my mind. I’m certain it is going to be beautiful, though.

In talking with my counselor, I described how my week has been and we concluded I’ve had a good week. I’ve been in a lot of pain but I had a good text conversation with my sister. I’d been tearing myself up about her being mad at me for not helping with my mom’s sale of her home and move. She never said she was upset but I anxietied (new word) that conflict into a reality in my mind. She’s not angry at all and I am sooo relieved. From now on I won’t decide she’s mad unless she tells me so.

Another highlight of my week as a Seattle #12 was the Monday Night Football game, played in Seattle. First game of the season. Russell Wilson appearing before the hawks as a Bronco. Seahawks won!!! It was beautiful. Geno Smith showed up for sure after months of derision from media and a lot of 12’s. That’s a pebble on the scales, helping to tip me more towards a good mood.

Most importantly, my mother-in-law moved in and things are going well, better than expected. She went to Costco and purchased a cute small refrigerator/freezer, bigger than office or dorm fridges that fit under a counter. Because we cut the cord with TV cable, she called and was able to activate the cable downstairs. Now, she can watch her shows. She really uses that downstairs family room and spends most of her time there. If my husband makes dinner, she comes up but mostly she’s in the daylight basement.

One snag that she’s quite concerned about is my dog asserting her ownership of this house. It hasn’t been a big issue to me. Bloo and Shilo have had a couple kerfuffles, no biting involved, but have gotten along for the most part. Wolf, my husband, told her we wouldn’t be restricting Bloo from going downstairs. She doesn’t descend to the basement often, staying by my side almost always. One day when Bloo was down there, I heard my German mother-in-law firmly saying, “Nein, nein, nein.” Perhaps I should’ve gone down to see what was up but didn’t hear trouble. I just laughed, out loud, up here in my room. I’m not going to follow my dog downstairs. Maybe I should tell her my dog doesn’t speak German, hahahaha. One evening, she asked my husband to come down. Bloo had peed on Shilo’s blanket, peed a lot, soaking a big blanket. Wolf cleaned it up and told our dog to knock it off. Hope it works.

My songbirds have vacated our backyard. The cabin-like feeder did go empty for a day or so, but the new bird buffet had food. Only a few birds have ever visited. They may have all just flown to greener pastures. I’m pretty sure, as fall sets in, some birds will find food here again.

Despite fibro, I have had a good week relatively speaking. I am breathing it in and trying to relax into it, which is difficult with sharp pain in one side of my neck and into my shoulder. I’ve been feeling physically unable to write on my computer since my last post but today I wanted to, most especially, share with you that my bathroom received some attention. Next, tile will be installed. I’ll post pics as it goes. Thanks for reading!

Published by Sara Z

Writing is one of my passions. Most blog entries are relatively short articles regarding a wide variety of topics. I'm a middle-aged wife and mother of two adult sons. I've been a teacher, counselor, medical transcriptionist, student teacher supervisor, substitute teacher and retail clerk. Staying home now due to fibromyalgia. Seeking purpose.

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