It is so sad that I had to have my poor, retired father come over and help me with my drive-way. He has aches and pains, he already had to do his own, plus he is dealing with a recent dental thing. My neighbour even had to help out. I had like 4 feet of snow in the area around my side door. Nasty. I want to be able to do all of this stuff my self, but the truth is, I can't. Not with my broken back. But I just hate burdening my poor father. Maybe staying in a bad relationship was worth the winter months of shoveling? Hmm. I guess not. So currently I have an ice pack on my lower back, and I won't be able to type for long because I can't sit. I need to stand or lie on the floor. It really sucks. I'm missing a show tonight that I already had a ticket to see. So here I am, again, on the floor with my puppy. Another lonely night. At least I got a lot accomplished today. A little shopping, some housework, the drive-way, of course, and I even made a fairly tasty beef stew. I tried to do dumplings, too, but they just aren't very good. And my puppy is so freaked out about the snow that he is refusing to do his business outside. Instead, he is doing it inside. Very gross.
I broke down and bought him a sweater and some boots today. He hates them, but they do the trick. He is able to spend more time outside without shivering, but he still won't pee for me. Very frustrating.
So I need to get back down on the floor, now. Time for some heat, then more ice. After that, I'm thinking hot bath, then sleep. On the floor, of course. I keep thinking about that PussyCat Dolls song: "I don't need a man to make me happy, I get off being free. I don't need a man to make me feel good. I get off doing my thing. I don't need a ring around my finger to make me feel complete." I wonder if the PussyCat Dolls have to shovel their own driveways? Did they consider this when they wrote this song? Did the guy who probably wrote this song for them factor in the drive-way factor? Dang. I guess I don't need a man, but I do need someone to help me do my drive-way. I think my puppy takes care of the rest. Floor time now. Ouch.
No comments:
Post a Comment