Kitty, Raccoon, Meth Addicts, Free Blueberries and Free Eggs

My friend is not very faithful to return my garbage can to the house because he is busy, forgets, and never drives this way. So, yesterday, I asked him if he would bring it back so I could take garbage from the house. I have unstinky stuff tied up in a bag inside. Some of it is in the freezer. He brought the can from the road to the house yesterday around 8:30 pm.

I will not carry trash out until he comes to take it to the road. He will come get it full of garbage at 10:30 tonight when he gets in from Birmingham.

At 7  pm this evening it was fully light. I heard a great commotion while I was on the phone with Tommy. It scared me. I ran to the window in time to see a raccoon looking around and pacing up and down. I reported the horrid noise source to Tommy and asked him to stay on the phone while I opened the door and looked around. I told him to call 911 if I were attacked as the raccoon might be rabid. The coon was nowhere in sight. Whew!

Since I changed all the trash to a can with a lid, the raccoon has figured out to knock the can over to get trash. I didn't use the bungee cords tonight because it is still empty. I suppose the raccoon comes here to check things out during daylight.

Kitty is nowhere to be seen. I don't blame her for leaving.

A  few days ago, someone told me the meth addicts who were here last year had had a visit from the cops because two of the four were on my friend's front porch smoking pot. Tonight, I asked my friend what he had thought of that. He was shocked as he knew nothing of it.

Tonight, he told me that he got rid of the addict who came back, asking for another chance while he got a job.  He let him stay, but the guy ate stuff and used his things without asking, so friend told the meth addict he had to go, that it was not working out. Good for him. He is learning.

Another neighbor gave me almost a gallon of blueberries from their bushes. There is a blueberry pie in my future. I love to eat frozen blueberries or to put them in a smoothie. I feel very lucky to have these.

I need to boil a free half-dozen brown eggs  and free potatoes. It sounds like I can have free potato salad. But, it won't have celery in it if I have to pay $3.99 for a head of celery!

Today, I have done little. Right now, I am annoyed that my Thursday night shows are not on. Today, I did a little laundry, washed a dish or two, and ate the rest of the other ham lunch. The lunch I ate yesterday had no cheese. The next one had cheese and was much better. Kitty was happy to get the bits of fat with meat attached.

I did bring in a box from the car with napkins, newspapers, all sorts of trash. Well, I have to go through it all and separate it into trash, recyclables, and items to save.  The free paper with ads in it and two other inserts for two grocery stores will be my reading tonight.

Do you have a free paper that is delivered that is all ads? These ads are from grocery stores, other establishments and paid ads for things individuals are selling.

Okay. I now know why my Thursday might favorites were not on Wednesday night!

Pain, Death, Meth, Kitty--A Good Day

Amazingly, today I have been relatively free of pain and completely free of exhaustion. Plus, the uti symptoms have entirely abated. Low humidity has contributed to these changes. Well, antibiotics are responsible for no uti symptoms.

If I really push to accomplish things while I feel well, I will be in pain for three days. So, I set goals and then do half the items on the list. It works for me. This beats taking pain pills! I know what I want to accomplish and prioritize tasks as I go.

Saturday night, something strange happened. I started sweating profusely and soon felt like I was being boiled alive. Then, muscles in all parts of my body started moving. It was not a muscle twitch, something different. I fell asleep that way. What can those symptoms mean? This has never happened to me.

Saturday night, the meth addict came here. I was in the bed for the night and almost asleep. He knocked until I went to the door. I just pulled back the curtain a bit. I am quite sure he could see I was in my nightgown. But, he persisted. I must have said "NO" ten times. He cannot wear me down. I am immune! He wanted a ride to the Waffle House. I called the police! AGAIN. Next time, I will tell him "just a minute" and go into another room and call the police. There is a warrant out on him.

I suggested he get my neighbor, his friend. He tried there but the friend was not home. I can go off on him and stop these house calls, but he might get even or complain to a friend who will get even with me. I had a lot of nasty screaming inside of me that only fear contained.

Kitty must have a weekend home. She has not been here the last two days. Last weekend, she was absent, also. Tommy said he saw her here on Saturday morning, but I did not. I miss her. Do cats wear collars?

This time of the year, grass and weeds grow so fast it is hard to control them. My yard needs mowing about every three days. When I could still use the reel mower, I was more in control.

Several months ago, I awoke to find that one of my son's friends had lost his mother to a traffic accident half a mile from her home on her way to work.
+. A teen texting ran a red light and killed this woman. If I checked the obituaries, I would probably find more people I know who died.

Then, a guy that I see at least once a month at a dinner had been found dead one morning. This is such a shock.

Now, that is two people I know of who died. These were not old people since both were in their seventies and active and social, working even. I wonder how many people I knew have died even though I have not heard of their deaths yet.

I suppose this is a downer post. But, this weekend was anything but a downer. As a matter of fact, this was a good day.  And, we are going to see POM this week. I love Diane Keaton.