Coffee anyone ?

[SageHill]

As to forgetting - a lot of the time I carry a little notebook when things are crazy around here - helps a lot.

 

[RR Homestead]

I am the queen of post it notes and white board notes. My memory has gotten so bad. Sometimes I feel like I need a post it to remind me to read a post it.
Just getting back in. Started out the day trying once again to deal with health insurance company for aunt who passed away. I don't know if I have ever been so furious at the stupidity of a company. At least they now show she's dead. In one department. Then onto calls with the mortgage company and the realtor. So much for closing today. Apparently the expensive appraisal didn't actually do a full appraisal. There's technically 3 bathrooms (one in the "garage/basement" and 2 in the house. The "appraiser" wrote down the guest bathroom as the only bathroom completely ignoring the master bathroom. On top of it the boss was supposed to go out with the apprentice appraiser and didn't so it's not even a legal appraisal. Now they have to go back out and do a proper appraisal tomorrow. How am I to trust that now? Not to mention disrupting the owners yet again and now closing is delayed until next week at the earliest. What irks me the most is that everyone involved just chocks it up to "this is the stuff that happens". This whole experience shows me that these companies get away with not doing their jobs in a timely manner and it's chocked up to "normal". I've stopped packing completely at this point. No reason to put stuff in boxes to get ruined or stolen while we wait for these people to do their jobs. I thought we would be celebrating Thanksgiving owning our new house. Should have known better. This is now the second time it's been delayed. On top of it the title company doesn't do remote signing. They expect me to print out the documents, take them to a notary and then send them back. Mortgage company isn't happy about that. Documents can be altered he said. So we'll see how that whole thing goes.
I've gotten nothing of our own done today. After the above I got a frantic call from my SIL who's friend's sister was in a roll over accident. Flipped her SUV multiple times after swerving to miss a coyote. I was the closest to the accident so I raced out there to at least secure the dogs. One dog was caught and the other is missing. Ran from the scene. Have spent the last 5 hours looking for the dog. It's a puppy with hearing and seeing problems from birth. Worse yet it's wearing a pinch collar and dragging a leash. Went to all the neighbor ranchers and let them know and left my phone number so we'll see if he turns up. Mom and the two kids are at the hospital but seem to be doing ok. Impressive considering the accident. Thank goodness the kids were properly in car seats. I told the sister when she needed to post about the dog on facebook so she did. I don't have any idea how all that works but I do know it's gossip central around here so if someone see's the dog they will probably post about it knowing it's missing from a crash.
Time to get back to chores. Everyone is screaming that they are dying to death forever because I am nearly 2 hours late for chores.
Y'all have a good day! Happy Thanksgiving eve when most of you read this!

 

[Baymule]

The Realtor we used when we moved here to Vancouver, recently moved to The Woodlands, Texas. Her hubs is a high up dude with an investing company. I don't know her address, but I read today that some of those houses there were torn up pretty badly. I'm wondering about her and her 1 yr old baby. How they fared.

The Klein area was hit and Reata Ranch. The Woodlands was ok.

 

[Baymule]

So my question to you, who've known me, is what is wrong with me? I've been making so many mistakes. Showing up the wrong day for the derm appt; arriving on the wrong time for something; can't remember the rule about how to enter a donation under a name vs in the Community donation on the computer at the FB (food bank), etc.

I think I'm overwhelmed. I have a 34 yr old living downstairs who does squat unless asked. An aging hubs (71). Me being 35 lbs overweight and being 70. Dogs bugging me sometimes. Old cat who loudly shouts what he wants. Clutter everywhere.

Ah, clutter. Actually most of the clutter is food from the FB. Most weeks, I'll come home with 2 or so boxes of stuff that's being thrown out. I let it sit on the floor and then come the weekend, I take it to the FB bench, which is outside the building where ppl drop stuff off. Only when the FB is closed tho. Lately there has been so much donated, that I've conveniently dropped off stuff at that homeless area in Portland that is on the way back home.

Do I stop bringing home the food? Let it go into the dumpster? Which it does for the most part the other four days of the week. I don't need it! I'm overrun with canned goods. My pea brain says that when the big earthquake happens, I can take boxes and boxes and boxes and boxes of food to the bench for those who have been displaced or if we don't have electricity or gas. REALLY? do I really need to do that?

I'm constantly getting rid of things, but some of them get squirreled away down into the hub's shop. Oh, he says. I'll give this mirror to Dave, who is 8 hours away. NO!! I'm going to donate it. ZIPPY - its gone...

Anyway, I'm really disappointed in myself for the mistake. For the constant mistakes...

Some churches keep a food pantry, call around and maybe you can take it from the FB straight to a church.
As for forgetting, it happens. Last week was a whirlwind for me. I take my SIL to PT 3 times a week at 10 AM. It's a 100 mile round trip. I leave at 9, get back at 12 to 1 or 2 depending on what else she needs. My evening chores take 2 hours, sometimes 3 because I try to spend time with the animals. I have the dog in heat, Ozel, here to breed to Buford, but she waffles in and out of heat, driving me nuts. They get two 30 minute "dates" daily, I have high hopes. Water, feed, hay, petting dogs and sheep and now a horse that has anxiety over being taken from his pampered old life and thrust into a new life that is not pampered, I don't even have a shelter for him, but I'm tearing down an old shed and it will provide the materials for a nice 3 sided shelter for him. He does have a 2 acre pasture and used to live in a stall. He is calming down and adjusting. I haven't ridden him, prefer to earn his trust first because all things have changed in his life and I don't want to throw everything at him at once. Yesterday he was calm at feeding time, he has been pushy and tossing his feed pan in a frustrated fit. He and I are working on it. So last week I drove 350 miles to Corpus Christi, taking a dog in heat, to see my middle Granddaughter in a school program. Picked up the horse next morning and drove S L O W L Y back home, 7 hours, taking back roads to avoid the high speed Gladiator interstates through Houston. I was a zombie for several days, still had all my chores and duties. Slightly overwhelmed. A neighbor shot a deer and I went over there, he mentioned it was Sunday and I looked at my phone to confirm it. Sure enough it was Sunday. The adult class before the sermon had already started. Oops. I barely made it to church. I was so wiped out that I didn't know what day it was. This is not an uncommon occurrence. I am often so tired and dumb that I don't know if I'm coming or going. Toss in doctor appointments (mine) and my SIL appointments, any other kind of appointments or places to be on certain days at certain times and I'm wandering around like a lost child in the wilderness. Phone calls, orders, anything and everything. How in the devil do I hold it all together?

PAPER LISTS.

Write down everything. Draw a line through it. Done. I still wander around in a fog, I go in a room, forgetting why I went in there. I sit down and fall asleep, not intending to. And clutter? My sister is a clean freak, everything must be in order. Our mother dumped chores on her from laundry to starting supper. That same mother expected nothing from me. I did not inherit, nor acquire by osmosis the cleaning gene. No other worldly alien from outer space wafted down and inserted a chip in my brain that said dust is the enemy, clutter is a disease that kills it's victims. What I did get was go outside and do everything my Daddy was doing. MUCH more FUN. I'm also ADHD, my brain is wired differently, my normal is not everybody else's normal. Eh. I don't care.

You are not alone. You are doing a fantastic job of everything you do. You are a dear, sweet, kind lady with a big heart. You have a generous heart and a pure soul that gives away love for others. It hurts you to see others suffer. It hurts you to see food thrown away, at the Food Bank. If you can find a way to relocate it where it does some good, then do so. If taking it home to try to prevent waste stresses you out, then choose which stress is the least damaging to you, seeing it thrown away or taking it home to pile up and make you feel bad. You are taking care of a sick husband, his caregiver. That is a huge responsibility. It has it's rewards but it also sucks the life out of you and leaves you exhausted. It's ok to admit that and not feel guilty.

At some of my lowest moments you have sent me hugs. Big enveloping hugs with soft pats on the back, there, there, there. I'm sending you a big enveloping hug with soft pats on the back, there, there, there. It will all be ok, you are ok. You have a lot to deal with, but you are going to do your best. You are a Champion, you are God's angel on earth, spreading love and kindness, just save a little of that for yourself.

 

[fuzzi]

I am the queen of post it notes and white board notes. My memory has gotten so bad. Sometimes I feel like I need a post it to remind me to read a post it.
Just getting back in. Started out the day trying once again to deal with health insurance company for aunt who passed away. I don't know if I have ever been so furious at the stupidity of a company. At least they now show she's dead. In one department. Then onto calls with the mortgage company and the realtor. So much for closing today. Apparently the expensive appraisal didn't actually do a full appraisal. There's technically 3 bathrooms (one in the "garage/basement" and 2 in the house. The "appraiser" wrote down the guest bathroom as the only bathroom completely ignoring the master bathroom. On top of it the boss was supposed to go out with the apprentice appraiser and didn't so it's not even a legal appraisal. Now they have to go back out and do a proper appraisal tomorrow. How am I to trust that now? Not to mention disrupting the owners yet again and now closing is delayed until next week at the earliest. What irks me the most is that everyone involved just chocks it up to "this is the stuff that happens". This whole experience shows me that these companies get away with not doing their jobs in a timely manner and it's chocked up to "normal". I've stopped packing completely at this point. No reason to put stuff in boxes to get ruined or stolen while we wait for these people to do their jobs. I thought we would be celebrating Thanksgiving owning our new house. Should have known better. This is now the second time it's been delayed. On top of it the title company doesn't do remote signing. They expect me to print out the documents, take them to a notary and then send them back. Mortgage company isn't happy about that. Documents can be altered he said. So we'll see how that whole thing goes.
I've gotten nothing of our own done today. After the above I got a frantic call from my SIL who's friend's sister was in a roll over accident. Flipped her SUV multiple times after swerving to miss a coyote. I was the closest to the accident so I raced out there to at least secure the dogs. One dog was caught and the other is missing. Ran from the scene. Have spent the last 5 hours looking for the dog. It's a puppy with hearing and seeing problems from birth. Worse yet it's wearing a pinch collar and dragging a leash. Went to all the neighbor ranchers and let them know and left my phone number so we'll see if he turns up. Mom and the two kids are at the hospital but seem to be doing ok. Impressive considering the accident. Thank goodness the kids were properly in car seats. I told the sister when she needed to post about the dog on facebook so she did. I don't have any idea how all that works but I do know it's gossip central around here so if someone see's the dog they will probably post about it knowing it's missing from a crash.
Time to get back to chores. Everyone is screaming that they are dying to death forever because I am nearly 2 hours late for chores.
Y'all have a good day! Happy Thanksgiving eve when most of you read this!

Hang in there!

 

[fuzzi]

Some churches keep a food pantry, call around and maybe you can take it from the FB straight to a church.
As for forgetting, it happens. Last week was a whirlwind for me. I take my SIL to PT 3 times a week at 10 AM. It's a 100 mile round trip. I leave at 9, get back at 12 to 1 or 2 depending on what else she needs. My evening chores take 2 hours, sometimes 3 because I try to spend time with the animals. I have the dog in heat, Ozel, here to breed to Buford, but she waffles in and out of heat, driving me nuts. They get two 30 minute "dates" daily, I have high hopes. Water, feed, hay, petting dogs and sheep and now a horse that has anxiety over being taken from his pampered old life and thrust into a new life that is not pampered, I don't even have a shelter for him, but I'm tearing down an old shed and it will provide the materials for a nice 3 sided shelter for him. He does have a 2 acre pasture and used to live in a stall. He is calming down and adjusting. I haven't ridden him, prefer to earn his trust first because all things have changed in his life and I don't want to throw everything at him at once. Yesterday he was calm at feeding time, he has been pushy and tossing his feed pan in a frustrated fit. He and I are working on it. So last week I drove 350 miles to Corpus Christi, taking a dog in heat, to see my middle Granddaughter in a school program. Picked up the horse next morning and drove S L O W L Y back home, 7 hours, taking back roads to avoid the high speed Gladiator interstates through Houston. I was a zombie for several days, still had all my chores and duties. Slightly overwhelmed. A neighbor shot a deer and I went over there, he mentioned it was Sunday and I looked at my phone to confirm it. Sure enough it was Sunday. The adult class before the sermon had already started. Oops. I barely made it to church. I was so wiped out that I didn't know what day it was. This is not an uncommon occurrence. I am often so tired and dumb that I don't know if I'm coming or going. Toss in doctor appointments (mine) and my SIL appointments, any other kind of appointments or places to be on certain days at certain times and I'm wandering around like a lost child in the wilderness. Phone calls, orders, anything and everything. How in the devil do I hold it all together?

PAPER LISTS.

Write down everything. Draw a line through it. Done. I still wander around in a fog, I go in a room, forgetting why I went in there. I sit down and fall asleep, not intending to. And clutter? My sister is a clean freak, everything must be in order. Our mother dumped chores on her from laundry to starting supper. That same mother expected nothing from me. I did not inherit, nor acquire by osmosis the cleaning gene. No other worldly alien from outer space wafted down and inserted a chip in my brain that said dust is the enemy, clutter is a disease that kills it's victims. What I did get was go outside and do everything my Daddy was doing. MUCH more FUN. I'm also ADHD, my brain is wired differently, my normal is not everybody else's normal. Eh. I don't care.

You are not alone. You are doing a fantastic job of everything you do. You are a dear, sweet, kind lady with a big heart. You have a generous heart and a pure soul that gives away love for others. It hurts you to see others suffer. It hurts you to see food thrown away, at the Food Bank. If you can find a way to relocate it where it does some good, then do so. If taking it home to try to prevent waste stresses you out, then choose which stress is the least damaging to you, seeing it thrown away or taking it home to pile up and make you feel bad. You are taking care of a sick husband, his caregiver. That is a huge responsibility. It has it's rewards but it also sucks the life out of you and leaves you exhausted. It's ok to admit that and not feel guilty.

At some of my lowest moments you have sent me hugs. Big enveloping hugs with soft pats on the back, there, there, there. I'm sending you a big enveloping hug with soft pats on the back, there, there, there. It will all be ok, you are ok. You have a lot to deal with, but you are going to do your best. You are a Champion, you are God's angel on earth, spreading love and kindness, just save a little of that for yourself.

This is a wonderfully encouraging post. God bless you.

YES! PAPER ALL THE WAY!!!

 

[fuzzi]

I was awake at the old alarm time, 5:20, but had told DS to sleep in an extra hour. So I brewed coffee, fed Debbie, and made the pumpkin pie filling! I'll pull it out of the refrigerator and bake the pies once I get home around noon. Then I will go collect Caleb!

 

[Baymule]

I am the queen of post it notes and white board notes. My memory has gotten so bad. Sometimes I feel like I need a post it to remind me to read a post it.
Just getting back in. Started out the day trying once again to deal with health insurance company for aunt who passed away. I don't know if I have ever been so furious at the stupidity of a company. At least they now show she's dead. In one department. Then onto calls with the mortgage company and the realtor. So much for closing today. Apparently the expensive appraisal didn't actually do a full appraisal. There's technically 3 bathrooms (one in the "garage/basement" and 2 in the house. The "appraiser" wrote down the guest bathroom as the only bathroom completely ignoring the master bathroom. On top of it the boss was supposed to go out with the apprentice appraiser and didn't so it's not even a legal appraisal. Now they have to go back out and do a proper appraisal tomorrow. How am I to trust that now? Not to mention disrupting the owners yet again and now closing is delayed until next week at the earliest. What irks me the most is that everyone involved just chocks it up to "this is the stuff that happens". This whole experience shows me that these companies get away with not doing their jobs in a timely manner and it's chocked up to "normal". I've stopped packing completely at this point. No reason to put stuff in boxes to get ruined or stolen while we wait for these people to do their jobs. I thought we would be celebrating Thanksgiving owning our new house. Should have known better. This is now the second time it's been delayed. On top of it the title company doesn't do remote signing. They expect me to print out the documents, take them to a notary and then send them back. Mortgage company isn't happy about that. Documents can be altered he said. So we'll see how that whole thing goes.
I've gotten nothing of our own done today. After the above I got a frantic call from my SIL who's friend's sister was in a roll over accident. Flipped her SUV multiple times after swerving to miss a coyote. I was the closest to the accident so I raced out there to at least secure the dogs. One dog was caught and the other is missing. Ran from the scene. Have spent the last 5 hours looking for the dog. It's a puppy with hearing and seeing problems from birth. Worse yet it's wearing a pinch collar and dragging a leash. Went to all the neighbor ranchers and let them know and left my phone number so we'll see if he turns up. Mom and the two kids are at the hospital but seem to be doing ok. Impressive considering the accident. Thank goodness the kids were properly in car seats. I told the sister when she needed to post about the dog on facebook so she did. I don't have any idea how all that works but I do know it's gossip central around here so if someone see's the dog they will probably post about it knowing it's missing from a crash.
Time to get back to chores. Everyone is screaming that they are dying to death forever because I am nearly 2 hours late for chores.
Y'all have a good day! Happy Thanksgiving eve when most of you read this!

My husband and I bid on a HUD repo, won the bid, then euphoria quickly gave way to frustration and despair. Most horrible experience in buying a home ever. Here is a link to the experience for your laughing pleasure.

Call 1-800-COM-PLAIN

I had to get insurance for the house we are buying. It seems that a house that has been vandalized is on the NO list for insurance companies. Since this is a HUD foreclosure, the house sat empty and somebody really really needed all those little bits of copper wire from under the house and the...

www.theeasygarden.com

 

[Mini Horses]

@RR Homestead the buying & selling process is relentless for last minute issues! I was a realtor for 30 years. The fastest & easiest closing ever was the place I am now -- bare land, survey recorded, cash buy. Yep, title search, sign & pay. Hang in there!

@murphysranch everything Bay say is spot on. The caregiver part is high stress. BTDT two times and still have occasional nightmares. PTSD is real.

All these morning reminders make me want some Kahlua in my cuppa coffee. But none here. I did sleep well, even if not 8 hrs. That'll help make my day brighter. Chores next, then work on some hot wire fence issues. Mostly walk to find break.

 

[drstratton]

Woke up early...again, I just wanted to sleep, tried, then gave up. Heading up to Spokane to spend Thanksgiving with our daughter. So far my Thanksgiving prep has consisted of a little shopping. It will become busier once we are at their place. I'm used to being elbow deep in preparations by this time.

Time for tea! ️