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Six Feet Ain’t So Far Down!

In a recent work event I stood to gain a nice little attaboy. Then steps beyond my control were taken to change that outcome if not addressed. Upon addressing the items, the original outcome was returned to it’s correct and rightful state.

I live alone in the world right now taking care of my elderly parents, who for the most part are low maintenance the majority of the time. *grin* My soulmate is across county living alone with her very high maintenance elderly parent.

Einstein is my tiny buddy, tea cup Yorkie (< 2#) – we thought we were getting a regular Yorkie, but life has her twist four shore. His butt needed some serious attention with cleaning and trimming. Therefore upon returning home this evening, I took care of matters. He’s much happier now. We have pending thunderstorms, North American South East in the Summer go figure, for the evening; hence, I let Maggie, Einstein, and Luci come in early. Since I gave my little buddy a major traumatic life happening, I wanted to treat him with some canned food instead of the regular dry. I had to stay alert the whole time he was eating to make sure the bitches (Maggie and Luci) would not steal from him. Maggie thanked me with a huge turd in the laundry room. As Aimee and I say, “No good deed goes unpunished.”

The Colonel came out as I was sitting down to the computer desk, so I shared my life event of the early morning. No “attaboy” from him only the “how dare you speak that way to your higher ups you’ll be fired!” *rolls eyes* People say I’m a pessimist but I get it honestly, my blood type is B-Negative. Man, let’s change subject moving to Aimee’s day’s events which got the reply that sideswiped the fuck out of me and no I’ma not share. I got up from my seat saying, “I can’t listen to this right now, sorry I bothered you,” and headed outside to my shed.

Mother and I are watching TCM together right now with it muted to not bother the Colonel’s rest time. Hell, I can’t hear at my age and he’s bitch’n about the sound two rooms and one wall away being too loud at 10 out of 100 I could only wish my ears worked without aides half that good. And, that is why we watch streaming with it muted 90% of the time in the living room before 22:00. It must be between 19:00 to 20:00 and then quite time is enforced.

God bless. Remember always, “Do the next nice thing.”

To Brian Wilson that gave us all such good vibrations.