I FORGOT TO HIT POST. JEEZ!!!!!!

 I actually did that last post on the 26th.  Then didn't hit post.  I would love to blame Blogspot, but I can't.  Too much happy happy!

Well I am now home, ensconced in my chair, tv going as per usual and pea soup on the stove.  I brought one of the thanksgiving hambones home to make the soup.  I froze it at April's.

Pat died the next day, the 27th.  I have to admit it hit me a lot, a LOT harder than I had expected.  Things were not particularly good near the end but I think that had a lot to do with covid bringing up a lot of conspiracy theories and it truly affected him.  He simply lost all reasoning.  They had him extremely sedated so he will have gone relatively peacefully.  Now it's time to turn our attention to Ange and help in any way we can.  I am meeting with her on Sunday to start the arrangements.  She isn't sure what to do I think and I have arranged more funerals than I like, what's one more.  Sigh.

I came home to a relatively clean house.  A few things to do but all in all it was pretty clean.  But it smelled like boys.  Not in a bad way but no lovely aromatics blended in.

Just now Graeme and I unloaded the truck.  Every closed rubbermaid in the back was full of water.  There goes my crock pot.  The guts of it is full of water.  Everything was soaking wet. And to top it off a certain person gave me a load of shit to bring down to her son.  He was to pick it up at Aryn's and I completely forgot.  So guess what is still in the back of the truck.  Grrrrrrrrr.....I am going to start saying no to people getting me to take crap from one place to another.  It always happens and there are usually consequences.  A large part of it was a giant bag of shoes, and not even for her son but for someone he knows.  Maybe it makes a difference WHO is asking.  99.99% of everyone I know I would gladly move their whole house for them.  But there is a teeny tiny amount of people I know that I just don't want to do it for.  I know.  That sounds super grinchy.

Off to Costco tomorrow. I have lost my Costco card so I shall have to battle my way in and get a replacement.  And Nanaimo Costco is a veritable zoo on Saturdays!  And for some reason the boys have decided we are going to Carlos O'Brians for a meal.  They want something called pachos, a brown food, deep fried potato product.  Geez!  I read the menu and unless I want a salad, which I don't, it's all brown food and meat oriented.  I wanted to go to an Italian restaurant that Peter showed us a few weeks ago.  Oh well.

So that is all that is happening in my world.  I hope your world is as happy as mine is right now.  Stay safe and healthy.  TTYL

“Life would be infinitely happier if we could only be born at the age of eighty and gradually approach eighteen.” — Mark Twain