Just things.

       

     It is hard to believe Thanksgiving is next week already, time is just flying.  We won't be doing a dinner this year.  I have to work the entire week and no way am I cooking.  If my MIL was doing better I might make some attempt, but she is doing very poorly this week and Rick and I could care less if we eat it.  Now my son's favorite meal in the world is a turkey dinner, so maybe at Christmas when I am off I will make one then.  If  I buy a turkey right after thanksgiving they are cheap and I can stick it in the freezer.  If  I can find a small one that is. 

    My MIL has really failed this last couple of weeks.  I think since her birthday actually.  The sorrow of her son not calling really gave her a blow.  It is finally sinking in for her that  he was just after what money he could get.  She seems to have given up.  She is very weak and emotionally withdrawn these last couple of days especially.  I believe time is getting very short.  We haven't heard from BIL for over a month.  Now you know that makes me happy but now I am wondering where he is.  Is he is jail, dead?  Would we find out?  It does seem weird he just dropped off the face of the earth.  I would be more comfortable at night knowing exactly where that man was. 

     I hate being sick right now.  I think this is just going to end up being a cold but it is taking its sweet time getting to that point.  I am still at the low grade temp feel like a truck hit phase.  And freezing.  Finally I can stand how hot it is at my MIL's and welcome it.  Bring on the heat baby.  But she is getting to the point where I need to be doing more of her care and I don't want to get her sick her last days. Wouldn't that be awful for her.

    I have been keeping the furnace turned down to 62 here.  We fixed the fan motor and now the fan is acting up.  So I ordered the part and to keep it from running much have the temp way down.  I have gained 10 pounds just in all the layers I have on.  The weather is suppose to be in the 60's today though.  If the part comes Rick can fixthe furnace while I stay with my MIL.

    Now for the last thing.  I always say I have a somewhat dry sense of humor.  My hubby says it borders on sarcastic.  Hummmm.  So, for those who have read my journal, which is it.  And is either a bad thing? 

          

   

      
P.S.  I was doing Zoey's ritual in the woods this morning.  Hair uncombed,  Uggs on my feet, my gym pants and T-shirt on and a light jacket.  Muttering under my breath, hurry up darn it, hurry up.  And I met someone.  What!  Someone else in my woods walking their dog!  The nerve.  With combed hair and makeup.  Hiking type Cabela clothes on.  Young and thin. With a waist!  Boy the nerve of some people.