The old columns were rotted and falling apart and several generations of children coming through this house had graffitied them badly so the new ones are a welcome change.
He made some out of metal at the plant, put them up and painted them while I was swooning in my bed.
It improves the look of the porch 100% and these take up less room.
Eventually I would like to pour more concrete and repaint the porch, but that's just going to have to wait.
I'd also love to replace the siding on the house, but I don't ever see that happening.
Peacock came over for Badger’s birthday yesterday.
I kind of thought he might.
He was in the delivery room with me when I had Badger, and I want to say he was the second person to hold her.
He may have even been the first.
Despite the 11-year age difference, Peacock and Badger have an amazing bond.
I think an alien took over his body though.
He got in there and he organized my blooming closet.
I can walk in there now.
He said he just can’t stand a mess nowadays.
Believe you me, that ain’t my kid!
Peacock was the messiest child alive.
I hope I can keep it clean and organized.
I try, but I swear it just messes itself up.
He was looking a little ratty, and I don’t guess he has money for clothes, so I went through the shirts Cowboy has collected and never wears.
He took home a trash bag full of shirts.
Cowboy is, um, plumper than bony Peacock, so I couldn’t help him with pants or shoes.
Cowboy is 5'9, around 190-ish pounds, and wears a size 9 shoe.
Peacock is 6'3, around 127-ish pounds, and wears a size 12.
It helped clear out the closet considerably, although I’m not so sure Cowboy was happy to lose his shirts. He’s somewhat of a clothes hoarder.
The man still has the suit he wore for our wedding, and trust me, he ain’t never going to be that skinny again, but there it sits.
I got rid of my wedding dress eons ago.
I kinda figured that puffy '80s Dynasty look would never come back in style.
I bit the bullet and called Cherokee again and finally got the caseworker’s name.
She called me back and is supposed to come tomorrow at 3:30 to talk about Badger’s 504 meeting, and she’s supposed to go with me on Friday.
We’ll see if that actually happens.
I’m pretty sure we had fallen through the cracks again.
I’m not thrilled about dealing with a caseworker, but if she can help Badger get what she needs, then I’ll put up with it.
Badger still isn’t talking, and it may be that she won’t talk during her school years.
I didn’t talk all through school either, and I know how easy it is to disappear and miss out on everything.
I don’t want that for her.
If dealing with a caseworker keeps her from slipping through the cracks, then I’ll manage.
I’m not sure how Badger will feel about it, though.
She doesn't do well with strangers.
I moved my desk today.
I hate where it is, but my computer tower looked like it had on a fur coat.
Those darn cats just love lying on it and my printer.
Cowboy refused to help me.
He said it couldn’t be done, that the cords wouldn’t stretch.
Yeah, right.
Looks like it could be done to me.
And I even got everything plugged back in right.
Hey, I’m proud of myself.
You have to pat your own back every now and then, you know.
I’ve been fighting the cats all day to keep them off of it.
It’s still right in front of the window, and everyone knows cats love to sit in the sun.
I’ve resorted to spraying the daylights out of them with vinegar and water.
Eventually they’ll learn to stay off, or I’ll have some pickled cats.
Badger and I are still sick.
I drank a cup of TheraFlu this morning, hoping it will knock the rest of this mess out.
I’ve started coughing, and Badger has a sore throat.
Two new developments.
I’m hoping she doesn’t get strep, though I don’t think a cold can turn into strep.
Two separate critters?
Whatever.
I know I shouldn’t, but I’m keeping her home tomorrow, and with her having to miss Wednesday for therapy, that will give us a two-day break where we can swig medicine and hope it takes a hike.
I feel like I’m starting to get dizzy, and when I was younger, whenever I had a bad cold like this, it would turn into ear infections, and I’d be so dizzy I couldn’t stand up.
I’m fighting it, but it may be a losing battle.
Badger and I are going to bed.
That’s about the only place both of us want to be.
We’re just not all that perky today.
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