Martinmas/Remembrance Day
Nov. 11th, 2024 10:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ismoOverdid it yesterday, and didn't get enough sleep last night--hence I didn't feel great today. I talked to Queenie in the morning. Her enlarged spleen is causing her a lot of pain and she doesn't feel well. She's seeing the doctor on Thursday, and I hope he'll be able to help. If all he can suggest is more surgery, that will be a big nope for her, because she can't handle any more of that right now. So I hope he has some other ideas. On the bright side of the medical world, Tron got her port removed today, and felt good enough to text a few humorous comments.
We had an encounter with the Dilapidated Handyman this morning. The doorbell rang, and I let the Sparrowhawk answer it, because I was still in my pjs on account of my long conversation with Queenie. It was the DH, and I could hear from where I was that he was asking to borrow some money to get his gas turned back on. Swear to God I'll pay you back Wednesday! That being when he gets his SSI check. The Sparrowhawk and I had just been discussing an upcoming visit with our financial advisor. We've been holding up all right in spite of the ups and downs of the economy. So we felt we could afford to help the poor guy out, even though we both know he will not be paying us back this Wednesday or any other Wednesday. When the Sparrowhawk gave him the money, he broke down and started sobbing. He'd had to take his girlfriend to the ER. She has dementia. And then her family came and collected her and took her away, and he has no idea where she is, and they won't tell him, because they don't like him. I can imagine reasons why they might not like him. No doubt she's better off with family. But still. What a hard life. When I heard the sound of a grown man crying, I bustled out there, proper dress or no. I thought I could at least feed him a doughnut, which we happened to have. But I was too late. He had gone about his business and was seen booking it down the street in his beat up truck. He always keeps a ladder in the back, I guess to give the impression that he is ready to do some jobs. I hope he doesn't come back, but I also wish I could think of a way to help him if he does. I would not let him up on my roof for any price, however!
I thought about going for a walk, but then I observed the cold front, heralded by 40 mph wind gusts that blew the tattered leaves horizonally across the yard, and thought "nah." I cooked up some cheeseburgers, green beans and mashed potatoes for dinner and thought about how hamburger costs 6.50 a pound these days. Not for me, of course, because I never buy it unless I can get a deal, but still. How do the unhandy handymen of this world keep themselves in burgers? I was very sleepy and cranky and wanted to go to bed, but could not, because we were having a Zoom meeting with one of our book clubs when the Sparrowhawk got home from the gym. Spending an hour with people I like cheered me up. But I'm still tired so I'd better go to bed before I get cranky again.
We had an encounter with the Dilapidated Handyman this morning. The doorbell rang, and I let the Sparrowhawk answer it, because I was still in my pjs on account of my long conversation with Queenie. It was the DH, and I could hear from where I was that he was asking to borrow some money to get his gas turned back on. Swear to God I'll pay you back Wednesday! That being when he gets his SSI check. The Sparrowhawk and I had just been discussing an upcoming visit with our financial advisor. We've been holding up all right in spite of the ups and downs of the economy. So we felt we could afford to help the poor guy out, even though we both know he will not be paying us back this Wednesday or any other Wednesday. When the Sparrowhawk gave him the money, he broke down and started sobbing. He'd had to take his girlfriend to the ER. She has dementia. And then her family came and collected her and took her away, and he has no idea where she is, and they won't tell him, because they don't like him. I can imagine reasons why they might not like him. No doubt she's better off with family. But still. What a hard life. When I heard the sound of a grown man crying, I bustled out there, proper dress or no. I thought I could at least feed him a doughnut, which we happened to have. But I was too late. He had gone about his business and was seen booking it down the street in his beat up truck. He always keeps a ladder in the back, I guess to give the impression that he is ready to do some jobs. I hope he doesn't come back, but I also wish I could think of a way to help him if he does. I would not let him up on my roof for any price, however!
I thought about going for a walk, but then I observed the cold front, heralded by 40 mph wind gusts that blew the tattered leaves horizonally across the yard, and thought "nah." I cooked up some cheeseburgers, green beans and mashed potatoes for dinner and thought about how hamburger costs 6.50 a pound these days. Not for me, of course, because I never buy it unless I can get a deal, but still. How do the unhandy handymen of this world keep themselves in burgers? I was very sleepy and cranky and wanted to go to bed, but could not, because we were having a Zoom meeting with one of our book clubs when the Sparrowhawk got home from the gym. Spending an hour with people I like cheered me up. But I'm still tired so I'd better go to bed before I get cranky again.
