Fluffles bit my left thumb today when I was trying to groom him. Luckily, if it goes bad, I have a previously scheduled appointment with the doc later this week.
My right shoulder is also banged up, possibly from shoveling and moving cartons.
Ed dropped in today to say goodbye before his Florida trip. He was in a surprisingly upbeat mood, says he’s either “high” or “low” these days. Poor guy, we both feel for him, but he’ll be so much better off in Florida.
We caught up with the adjuster at Edgewater. We are covered for the water damage in the living room, and he had a good suggestion for fixing the flashing along the back of the chimney.
I wanted to rip Ron to pieces today. I found a coupon for 1/2 price shredding at Staples and since we were meeting people in Falmouth, I rushed to put together all the receipts and other confidential papers I’ve been accumulating, concerned (incorrectly) that I was making us late.
Ron started yelling at me that one bag contained papers that he wanted to keep, so I dumped it on the table to sort out my receipts. He misinterpreted, thinking the worst of me (again) and assumed that I was pressuring him to deal with these items “right now”.
This infuriated me because for the past couple of days, I’ve been working on organizing his CDs, which have been languishing in the basement for almost 2 years. I’ve dug up some great music and arranged about 500 or so CDs so he can see the titles and artists. He’s mentioned several times how his old girlfriend trashed a lot of CDs, so I thought he’d be happy that someone was trying to repair this mean-spirited attack on something he cares a lot about.
Stupid me. How could I forget that anything a homely woman does is subject to negative spin.