Jo's Blog

Sunday, September 21, 2008

Thanks for Family and Friends

I don't like to complain and I usually just keep going no matter what, but this time with my foot the way it is, I am at a stand still. I feel frustrated that I have to sit by while everyone does what I should be doing; loading boxes, packing suitcases, lugging things from upstairs to down and basement to upstairs. It's a horrible feeling to feel so useless. I do thank the Good Lord for all of you who have chipped in to help Dave and I out. Without your help it would never have gotten done. Even the children were a big help lugging stuff downstairs. It worries me some that the big moving day is next Saturday and I wonder if I'll get everything out of here in time. All that little stuff adds up. I must admit that I have thrown away lots of clothes, shoes, and items I haven't seen in the 2 years I've been here. Figured if I hadn't used them by now, I didn't need them. Time rushes onward, And I have much to do. Again, thanks to all of you who have helped.

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

Ready to Move In

The closets, shades, furnace ducts, and the carpets have all been done, so now it's time to move in. I can hardly wait. Getting anxious now. Starting tomorrow I will move the scrapbooking room over to its new room.

Friday, September 5, 2008

Help Me................

My poor husband just cannot hear me when I call for help. I had just come home from playing cards and decided to jump in the shower. The jumping in was not the problem. When I got out and started drying myself, my left arm locked up on me. Here I am with one arm up in the air, the other trying to manipulate the locked arm so it would move and trying to dry off at the same time. I'm yelling for Dave, and yelling for Dave. He finally answers, "do you need some help?" "I wouldn't be yelling for you if I didn't need help." So I wait, and wait and wait. Finally, my arm is back to normal and I finish drying and getting dressed. I march into the room where Dave is, and ask how come he didn't come. "I thought you said, No, you didn't need me." I decided not to even ask how he got what he got out of what I said. End of story. Do hearing aids really work???

Published with Dave's permission.