Sticky squirrel on the loose

05/31/2014

I went over yesterday afternoon to see how my neighbor did with the squirrel, and he told me that the little thing had escaped. Two thoughts ran through my mind...1.) Good for him! I hated seeing him trapped anyway...and 2.) Crap! Now he's going to come back into my house and start his picking, tearing, stealing, skulking all over again. Poop.

I think that I am going to do my nails again today. Seems like a good day to do it.

I got an email this morning to let me know that my 'soul' ring had shipped. Yay! It is supposed to be here by the 6th, next Friday, but I am hoping that it will come a little earlier. I am so excited!

Family matters are a little more distressing lately. Cam is being a typical 17 year old, and in a way, I am so glad that he is, especially because of what he went through a year and 1/2 ago, but in another way, I am stressed to the max. But, the good thing about this is that I KNOW it will end eventually. My oldest, Aaron, went through this very stage, and now he is living on his own and we have begun to repair the cracks that formed during his teenage years.

My mother-in-law has a colonoscopy on Tuesday. She has been going in for treatment for bone cancer for the past year, and it seems to be in a plateau. But the colonoscopy is because she has been bleeding a lot from the behind, and the doctor wants to make sure that she doesn't have any more problems than she already does...she has a very massive hernia in her stomach, but she can't be operated on because of her weight. The doctor tried to tell her that if she didn't pay attention and get the medical that she needed, that that would be it for her. She won't listen.

The last time that she was in surgery, two months ago, to remove skin cancer off of her forehead, the doctor called us in and told us that she wasn't waking up from the anesthesia. Kev was really scared that that was the end. He had me call his brother and his father, but just as we rallied the troops, she woke up. Thank goodness, Kev is not in any way, shape, or form ready to say goodbye to his mom.

His father's health is also declining. Slowly. And my father-in-law will NOT seek any help. He is independent, strong, and terribly stubborn that way. We just keep an eye on him and Kevin calls him often. My oldest son spends a lot of time over at his grandfather's, and that helps.

I've never been close to either one of my in-laws, they are mostly against each other, except for in their feelings about me. I don't know why, really. It's been over 20 years that Kev and I have been together, and I gave them their only grandchildren, but still, they persist and unite in their dislike for me. Oh well. I swallow that bitter pill, and I help as much as I can with them. Because they are my in-laws, and when I married Kev, I married them too.

My mother-in-law seems to be very resentful of what I do anyway. I talk to the doctors when she won't listen. I report what's going on with her. I called the doctor when she got goofy on a too high dose of Fentanyl. I made her appointments and made sure she got there. But she resents the hell out of me, and I don't understand why.

You would think that coming to the end of your life, you want to make peace with circumstances and family, because, well, why would you want to leave threads hanging? So that you will eternally be spinning on that loose thread?

That's my opinion anyway.

It's my lot in life. It's not a lot, but it's my life. from 'A Bug's Life'