Lots to do

Here is another in the series of Beverly Doolittle prints with hidden images in them. So what do you see? As always you can click to enlarge these. Standing back may help you see


9/17/07 Monday
We’ve got lots to do for tomorrow we head out for Albuquerque for my neurology appointment. I am so lucky to be a veteran for otherwise I would be getting no medical attention. It’s a nine hour drive. The last time we hit the road at five in the morning to make the appointment but now that we discovered the VA pays for motel stays we are able to drive up the day before and not rush. Coming back will be more relaxed also for we can spend the night in Albuquerque after the appointment. It will give us a chance to explore the sites in the area. Cherie has cleaned out the fridge to insure nothing rots while we are gone. I’m running our trash to the landfill for similar reasons, don’t want it attracting wild critters. I’m scrubbing the floor of the puppy room and will put the sealer on the floor tomorrow after we take the puppies to the kennel. That way it will have three days to cure. So I best get moving.
Lots ------------------------------
I had one of those loss of emotional control episodes. These don’t happen much anymore but when they do are still disturbing. I know the doctors all say this is a normal part of traumatic brain injuries but I also know there are training programs to help you deal with it. I am able to control it much better. Don’t cry in public much except sometimes when I tell of how Cherie and me got back together. Even that happens less.

So I went to the landfill. As usual I looked around for things I could use and saw an old wood table that looked sturdy. I thought it would be useful in the shop so loaded it in the truck. Then I saw an old Steelcase desk. I’ve needed a sturdy surface to put the big vise I have on and this would be perfect. Unfortunately I was unable to make a decision on it because I would have had to unload the table and the ninety five pound bag of cement was still in the truck. By the time I got home I decided the desk would be good so I hurried up and unloaded the truck and ran back out to the landfill. Just as I got there I saw a guy loading the desk onto his trailer. I asked if he would sell it but he said no. That’s when I started getting angry. I was mostly angry with myself, that I couldn’t make a decision right away and thus robbed myself. By the time I got home I was boiling over. Finding the puppies had returned to tearing the stuffing out of the spare mattress set it off. Now I cussed and kicked the trash cans. It’s embarrassing. Then I sat in the garage and picked dill seed till I settled down.