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Max is a great husband. He’s so much forward thinking than most people of his generation and upbringing. He treats me well and with so much affection. We like many of the same things. We have a shared sense of humor, although mine is a bit more sarcastic and biting.

He doesn’t manslpain at me, but he does something equally irritating. He never believes me. All the damn time I will tell him something and he’ll just argue about it. The worst fight we ever had was about a mirror that fell and broke on my son’s bathroom. He insisted that we hadn’t told him. , but my kid and I both did. I even emailed him about it so he would know and Not get mad. It was just the whole damn weekend. He’s never admitted he might be wrong.

Today was just as ridiculous. He was gripping about a ‘bush’ he didn’t plant. I told him it was a poplar tree cut down last year that went nuts sprouting me branches. He did not remember how we both found it weird and wild that this crazy trees were starting to grow branches right after we cut them down. So I kept telling him it was one of the poplar trees and he kept insisting it was not. Until. He finally pulled some of the branches out of the way and found that they were all growing out of a stump.

😑😑😑

I pretty much wrote off my remaining brothers after the death of my father and older brother. Their behavior when my dad died was especially appalling, and after no-shows for Christmas and thanksgiving, I had enough. So actually thatwas 3 Christmases ago, which makes 2 years of no contact. Anyway, out of the blue “M” texts me yesterday to ask if he can come over. Um. No. He asked me what’s been happening

aannnnnddd. These are the texts

So.
Rufio died in January on his 15th birthday. Huge shock. Randy wanted to wait about a year to get another. Yeah. Right. So about 3 months later, we drive up to the joint airbase to pick up Grrr, a teacup fox Pom. After his final booster shot, he becomes paralyzed in his back legs. The doggo neurologist wants to put him down.

Uh NO. In fact, Hell to the fuck no. So after about 6 weeks of prednisone he is 95% improved, but you know steroids and after dosing down, he was staggering again and falling. We increased his dosage, he does just ok. And when we dosage down again and he’s falling and staggering AGAIN after just 2 days.

That, of course was my text. Do I get any sympathy? A simple,”that’s too bad “ or “oh gee” any acknowledgement at all!
No!! this is the response I get:

Well, I’ve been going to the gym 3+ days a week now since early January, so I have been getting very fit. Except the last 2 weeks have been really hard because of grass allergies that are kicking my butt.

So I’m sorry if I am overreacting. Tell me what you think. Should I delete his contact info?

Current Mood: frustrated

Max had a dr.s appointment today so that he could get his prescription heart meds renewed. His doctor canceled on him. Again. He is scheduled for an appointment next Tuesday. His meds run out on Friday. 😑
I finally got brave enough to schedule an appointment for myself to get my meds adjusted. The medical group I go to no longer accepts TriCare. 😑
And Grrr has had his meds cut back and he hasn’t eaten in 2 days, won’t play, all he wants to do is sleep. 😑

WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK, UNIVERSE ?!!??

Current Mood: crushed
Current Location: Bumblefuck

thankewverymuch.

Firstly, there was someone working in the shop when Max wasn't home. I get a little twitchy about people out here when I'm alone, but the guy was vaguely familiar and actually had the key code to open the shop door, so a quick text to Max and I'm ok again. Just locked my front door behind me.

Then, after Max came home, when I went out to move the sprinkler, I noticed an elderly man sitting on a bench that we have underneath a tree. Just sitting there chilling, NBD, except we have a lot of neighbors who don't appreciate boundaries. So I approached a little hesitantly and asked, "may I help you?" to which he answered,

"are you an Epperson ?"

"yeee-ah"

"are you Jennifer?"

"Yee-sss"

"Is Max around ? I'm Joe Blah blah blah and I wanted to talk to him."

Well, finally! Ive heard the name before, so I led him back to the house, and Max was delighted to see him

Finally, I was walking Grrr after dinner and heard a ruckus in the garage, when I went to investigate I found a goat, stuck somehow in the corner. We couldn't get him out, even after tempting him with carrots an apples. I hope he finds his way out tonight.

And now for a double gin and some chocolate

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Current Mood: anxious

The good news: the house next door is 98% finished. Only took us 40 years. Only thing left to do is lay the carpet. Then we can get it refinanced and lay hands on some extra, much needed cash.
Also, Grrr has a n appointment to see a new neurologist in July and as of right now, he’s more or less stable. Tomorrow I fly out to Chicago for the Con. Which will be great, but why, oh why is David not going to be there? How can you have an important anniversary and NOT have David.( Sigh. I guess I’ll have to settle for you lot that are coming. Actually that’s what I’m looking forward to the most.)

The bad news is that we had to increase his dosage of prednisone and I’m having killer allergies.

The Ridiculous news is that my oldest son had another couple of pulmonary embolism last night just as his family was getting ready for bed. My dil said she heard him stagger in the hall and collapse. So they were in the hospital overnight, but he can go home and start on blood thinners. This is the second time this has happened. The first time was seven?? years ago. He was only 33.

Ah life.

Current Mood: exhausted
Current Location: Bumblefuck

I was very disappointed to not be able to participate in The June Something. I barely had time to check out the posts, RL being a bitch these few weeks. Grrr has regressed after reducing his prednisone He was only about halfway through the course of treatment when he started stumbling and falling again. The push to finish the second house has us working 14 hour days.
But enough of that. The last question for this fest needed to be answered

What is something you do today that you wouldn't be doing if not for fandom? Examples: Vacation with fellow fen, running a community, etc.
Fandom has pretty much changed my life in all ways and for the much better. I have friends! Some of who miss me when I’m gone (here’s looking at

respoftw) I’ve learned a world view from fandom, kinks I didn’t know I had, appreciation for crack!fic, animal transformation, every cliche and trope. I’ve been exposed to absolutely wonderful fan videos, art and even new tv to watch. I’ve gone to several Cons which should be impossible for me because of extreme social anxiety.

Last, but certainly not least, my art has gone from graphite portraits, to colored pencils to watercolor, ink, photo manipulation and digital painting. I love it and I love my fandom fen.

Current Mood: happy
Current Location: Bumblefuck
Current Music: barking puppy

Courtship: The Beginning

digital painting

I love, love, love Terry Pratchet and Neil Gaiman, so I was really looking forward to Good Omens because, yes indeedy, I love Michael Sheen and David Tennant also. Although nothing can compare to the books, It did not disappoint . I was just enchanted with this scene from the beginning and had to capture it.

During the puppy crisis, Grrr fell down two steps and we were lucky he didn't fall further. The steps are two inch thick, solid oak. No carpet and kinda slick. Max, being the worrywart he is, decided to make a 'baby gate' and it turned out so cool! He bought a panel of maple and cut grooves about an inch apart, so that it can curl, just like the rolly part of a roll top desk.

...and he comes back with half the grocery store. With 2 houses on over 3 acres, Max is at Home Depot about every other day. Today all he needed was a bag or two of concrete. But I asked him to pick up some tomatoes. He is happily unloading bags of groceries, little treats for me, the tiny chocolates I like and can just eat one or two. Big expensive jar of peeled grapefruit and a new toy for Grrr. I followed him outside for some reason and found out why he was being so sweet. He bought a new toy. Sigh he buys a lot of tools. They’re always on sale. But I think I like this one! A small gas leaf blower, so I don’t have to sweep our 5 decks. Sweeping can put my back out. It’s not too heavy and I think I can handle the noise. Hee.

Current Mood: mellow

It has been a little over 2 weeks since Grrr’s symptoms were so bad we went for an emergency visit to our vet, who then advised us to promptly see a pet neurologist. Who then proclaimed that our puppy could “die any minute, possibly even this very night” We went home, dumbfounded and depressed. We saw no improvement for several days and all he wanted to do was sleep. He ate very little, and I had to take a syringe to get water into him, but after several days he started improving. Each day, a little more. He is supposed to get his little wheelchair tomorrow, but I don’t think he will need to use it for very long.