Bad Dreams

They all started out with being sort of normal until I discovered that both of the downstairs toilets were plugged and no one wanted to take the Kangaroo that was in the bathroom with the toilet with the marbleized green toilet seat for a walk.

Belle refused to come and be here for the surgery. Even though I had not asked her and there was still water in the bathroom with the tub, and the cool glass blocks.

So...... no more butterscotch sundays from Dicks past 7:00 p.m.

Icky rain and wind today. I have, of course, asked for two workman to come and clean out the beds and spread some leaves and....... We will switch plans. Old carpet from downstairs is coming up, my bed is going to rotated and the frame removed until after I recover, so I can get in better. The basement room is going to be emptied so it can be fixed.

I have to figure out what to do about a a Durable Power of Attorney and re-do my medical power of attorney. I have a will but I guess I better do the other two things. One never knows.

Mary-Elizabeth is going to walk the Kangaroo whether she likes it or not.