It's Sunday and Here I am, Maybe

It is 10:44 AM PDT on Sunday, August 7, 2010.

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Do you know where you are? I know where I am. I'm in my chair playing on this computer. Remember, today is Sunday. It is the Lord's Day. It is the day of rest. You want to tell me why some idiot in my neighborhood decided not to rest and started a chain saw at 8:00 AM ? I sent the dogs over to discuss it with him and they came back and told me he will be OK after all the puncture wounds heal. Well, he was smart enough not to start up again. I guess he decided to rest and bleed.


I just dreamt all that except for the chain saw which is still going. I sure hope whoever this is gets a tree dropped right on his head. He caused, 1- The Beagle in the back to start howling and barking, 2- My dogs to start howling and barking, and 3- the Chain Saw idiot to start yelling at someone so he could be heard over the chain saw and every dog in the neighborhood barking. I would like to have a quiet morning, afternoon, and night on Sundays. I don't think it has ever happened. You all do know that the noisiest place in the world is a hospital. I can't believe that all night while normal people sleep you as an "ill" person are waken from your sleep for a multitude of tests and pills. Then during the day when you try to get some sleep (undisturbed) you are poked, tested, impaled with needles, and made to get out of bed. The average sick person in a hospital for three days will lose (24+24+24=72) 69 hours of possible sleep and recover time and if someone comes to visit you you lose another hour a day. There is something wrong with this.


I am going to Walgreens to buy Libby some cards for our anniversary tomorrow. Yesterday I turned her loose in the local flower shop and told her to "Go at it". Right now in my TV room there are at least five different size vases chocked full of bright and beautiful cut flowers. We have a vase of red roses with some kid of white lilly, pink roses with red ends, another vase of all pink roses and green stuff, there is also one with a mixed lot including hydrangea, and finally one huge vase with everything else that exists that doesn't bite. I am overwhelmed with flowers.   

So, I will overwhelm her with funny anniversary cards, the ones I like that pop out at you and say almost obscene things )but, not quite). Ha, Ha you can't get me there all you female types. There will be mixed in with all the happy and funny cards one serious, lacy, and heart filled card that is obligatory each year. This known as the actual "Wife Card" that is mandatory to be able to get through the day without long "Wifey" faces and mumbles. After 41 years in the marriage arena I know how to get along. (I Hope).


Back to physical therapy tomorrow, "Nut" Nurse at noon(with homework), get all the homework done for my writing class on Tuesday morning, and finally getting dressed up to go to N9Ne Steakhouse for dinner. I'm actually not quite sure I will make it through this joyous day. 


I bid you all a fine day and much needed rest.