Hello dear sparklers!
This has been a WEEK! The upstairs air conditioner finally took it's last gasp once the freon that they shot into it a few weeks back leaked out. It was an old a/c that we put in because we have always been reluctant to spend money on this house for maintenance items because we have been fighting an illegal foreclosure action on the house for the past 10 years...yes...you heard that right 10 LONG years of my life I have been fighting to save the roof over our head...now MY head now that I've lost my dear hubby of 41 years.
I must say...even when he was here with me this fight against the stinkin' bank has always been very much MY fight. DH was NOT a fighter in the mildest sense of the word. He just didn't have the stomach to stand up to unjust treatment so I guess it's lucky that he always had me. I was and always have been a fighter against the powerful preying on the weak.
Our son was exactly the same way. He had a keen sense of right and wrong and hated bullies and people in power that used their positions to beat down the vunerable.
So now that my dear husband is gone I'm not sure I have the fight left in me the way I did when he was alive. Nothing seems that important to me right now. I'm hoping to stay in our home of course...but the banks are devious and relentless in their greed so nothing is assured except their ongoing attacks that I have been paying our lawyer to hold off.
But in the meantime, I do have to address the faulty dead air conditioner that takes care of our upstairs. My craft studio is up there and I'm not up there all that often these days but I do hope to get my creative inspiration back once I crawl out of this deep dark grief hole.
I also think the upstairs air conditioner is important because without it the downstairs big unit probably works all that harder. The big A/C isn't new either so I worry about putting extra strain on it.
I was thinking of just putting in a window unit upstairs but in the heat of FL that goes well into December I think it would cost a fortune to run it and I'm not even sure if you can run it all day every day anyhow.
So it looks like I will have to bite the bullet and put in a new unit upstairs that will cost a bloody fortune and it's a cost I really don't want to deal with right now but if I have to leave the house I'm strapping that bloody unit on my back and it will go with me!
I was supposed to meet up with our old group last night after they finished a movie to meet them at the restaurant. I have already seen the movie so I was just planning on meeting them for dinner. But then I found out they wouldn't get to the restaurant until 7:30 and the restaurant they chose did not take reservations. That time of night is the busiest time to go out so they would probably have a good hour wait for a table for 10 or 12 people making dinner time somewhere around 9 p.m.
I don't know about you but I HATE eating dinner after 7 p.m. and I'd prefer to eat somewhere around 5:30 - 6:00. I'm a big fan of Interminnent Eating and I like to have a good 12-14 hours of a relaxed stomach not churning away to digest food if at all possible.
So I politely declined to meet the group and made plans to go to an early dinner with my BFF and her significant other.
Those plans fell through. Her guy suffers from Alzheimer's and I'm learning that the full moon which we now have makes it much worse for them to navigate. She said he was really out of it last night and I agreed with her completely...who wants to go eat when you don't feel well?
So I was home with my little buddy Mackelmore Blue...he was happy but I was pretty depressed.
I HATE evenings home alone. I've never been on my own for my entire 67 years and this period of being alone every single night is wearing on me.
We did go to brunch today which was very nice and Ken (her guy) seemed to be okay so I know it's usually the evenings that get hard. I think they call it 'Sundowners' syndrome.
I feel for her...she has taken on a LOT caring for him. Luckily she has arranged for home health care aides to stay with him while she works and this is all covered by Medicaid...this guy that was supposed to be a big Texas millionaire doesn't have a pot to pee in. I don't know if Michele was the one that built up his income (perhaps to impress our group), or it was he himself that led her to think such folly. I have seen him go downhill over the years that I have known him and it's a sad sight to behold. God bless him and God bless my dear friend Michele that takes such good care of him.
After brunch, I ran to WalMart to get some shellac so that I can seal a few pieces of mahogany wood furniture I have in the gallery. It's been on the floor for a good long time and something tells me unless I chalk paint it...it just isn't going to sell. I hate painting redwoods...they have to be sealed or the tannins bleed through which will ruin your new paint job. Twice the work but it's the only way to do it and do it right.
This little desk is adorable...just the wrong color.
These two little nightstands or side tables will be so cute painted white.
This beautiful server will take more time but it will be well worth it to see what interesting design I come up with to brighten it up and bring it in to today's trends.
There are two other small side tables to paint so I have my work cut out for me. I used to love to jump in into these new projects but I just don't want to do anything right now.
I'll be sharing with you how the furniture turns out. I'm also excited about getting some stencils in that will enhance the furniture also. So much to do...so little time to do it before season kicks into high gear.
Living day to day is a real challenge for me right now. I have to use every ounce of my willpower to even get out of bed in the morning. I feel like I'm in a bad movie and I want to call in an 'extra' to play my role so that I can go back to my 'real' life.