|My "happy place" Whiskeytown Lake - Nov 1, 2019|
I can't believe my last post was October 29. Yeah, a lot has been going on and I guess time flies when the shit hits the fan.
Navy and Sara moved into their new apartment on Oct 29. Poor kids didn't have much after losing a lot of furniture from the flooding. So it was an easy move. HOWEVER, they still had the old apartment to clean up. Yeah, you heard me. It was a totaled mess but the PM still wanted them to haul out all their ruined furniture. They had to sift down into the insulation, to retrieve items. Wearing masks didn't always help. Plus we had some very hot days and since the flooding ruined the electricity in the apartment, there was no AC or lighting. All this had to be done during the day. They gave them a month. Navy, Sara, and Foodie turned in their keys, the day after Thanksgiving. In return, they were given a paper to list the monetary value of what they had lost. Foodie said he thinks they pay .40 to the dollar. They are waiting now for the payout.
Meanwhile, a rift between Foodie and Navy over MONEY owed has stifled their relationship. I think they are just sick of each other - it doesn't even amount to $400 but both said they didn't ever want to see each other again. WOW! Then the PM gave a check for the deposit to Sara and Navy even though Foodie's name was on the lease - and he has checks made out to the PM. So now he wants to take the PM to small claims court.
We did manage to get together for Thanksgiving on the Sat after. Everyone was working on Thursday. All went well, between everyone so there is HOPE.
At the end of October, the husband decided to just take the whole month of November off. So, we've been "practicing" and it hasn't gone as well, as it did when he took the month of June off to help me after my surgery. I guess it takes a while - I feel encroached upon. Like in the kitchen, all of a sudden he is taking it upon himself, to change things around without even talking to me about it. Silly stuff like where the bowls go, and where the plastic storage containers should go. We've done a lot of nit-picky arguing on stupid stuff.
So far December seems a little better - hopefully, we can get a routine, we both can live with, or I may be getting a job or a major volunteer job that has me out of the house every day! I know he doesn't want me to do that - so he better just lighten up. He is not my Chief. (He was a Master Chief Petty Officer in the Navy and Coast Guard) I am sure we will work through it. We've always got along before. It's just now, time off is FOREVER.
Yesterday was his official retirement date. We are officially retired.
My niece texted me that she is in recovery for a cocaine habit. WONDERFUL! They just bought a $500,000 home and moved in, the first of November. I'm now wondering if that is why she lost the baby back in Sept.
Where does one go to RETIRE from "the Family?"