Oh, this? It’s just life, telling me to take a break

Today was a stay-in-the-house, stay-on-the-couch kind of day for Badger.

Badger went to her weekly appointment in Jefferson City, came home, and spent the rest of the day on the couch.

She doesn’t feel good but can’t really pinpoint what’s wrong or why. 

She also had a headache today.

Let me just say this: don’t email your doctor saying, “Badger had an incident last night at 2 a.m. where she said she couldn’t feel her legs and passed out on the floor.”

I had the doctor’s office call me as soon as they opened.

Cowboy already has an appointment tomorrow, so they also scheduled Badger in with her doctor at the same time.

It’s a big practice. 

We all go to the same office, just with three different doctors.

Maybe we’ll finally get to the bottom of what’s going on.

I had a productive indoor day. 

I didn’t feel like being outside.

I caught up on the weekend laundry and put Heron’s clothes into storage boxes. 

Heron keeps his clothes on my couch.

Honestly, his RV has a mildew smell, so he just keeps his clothes in my house.

I brought out a rolling cart and gathered all the dog and cat toys, putting them on it.

We’ve been keeping them hidden in my bedroom because Raven’s kids lose and destroy them. 

Badger says I’m making too many changes, but at least the cart rolls, and I can just shove it back in my room when the kids start coming back.

Lady can be very childlike for a dog.

Some of these toys haven’t been seen in three years, and she’s a tall dog. 

She’s been dragging toys off the cart all day, and I’ve been fussing at her like she’s a three-year-old dragging all the toys out of a toy box.

She can get them out but not put them back, at least not yet.

Give her enough treats, and we might get her to. 

Not entirely impossible. 

Heron taught her to shut doors.

Of course there’s always dishes, and I had to fold two weeks worth of clothes.

What?

I said I wash clothes, I didn’t say I put them away.

Heron came back early from his girlfriend’s. 

He told me he didn’t come back early, but he also said he’d be back Tuesday. 

I’m fairly sure today is Monday, which means he definitely came back early.

He worked outside all day, went fishing most of the evening, and came home as red as a lobster. 

I only have one kid that tans, and that’s Raven, though that doesn’t really count since he stays brown like Cowboy all year long.

At 7 pm, a large van, like a church van, pulled up. 

I saw them over at the neighbor’s porch, so I told Badger to mute the TV and, if Lady wanted to Cujo bark, let her.

They came to my door and stood there a good ten minutes, knocking, waving at the camera, and saying hello.

I felt terrible, the woman looked about ready to pop, easily eight months pregnant. 

But I wasn’t going to the door for a bunch of strangers selling laundry detergent. 

They knew they were being recorded. 

The camera usually turns blue when it’s recording.

We also have a lot of cars in the driveway: two broken-down cars, the red car we drive to town, and Heron’s truck, which might also be broken down. 

So they probably figured someone was home.

I think Badger found a “no soliciting, do not knock” sign to put up on the house. 

I just don’t want strangers coming to the door when it’s just me and Badger here.

I’m not answering the door, especially not when it’s a man. 

This time it was a man and a woman.

Cowboy called as he usually does on his break. 

The plant wants him to be lead man.

I’d say it’s an honor. 

He’ll be in charge of making sure everyone does their jobs, but as Badger pointed out, if they don’t, Cowboy is the one who will get in trouble. 

This may be their way of nudging out the employee who refuses to retire.

It doesn’t come with any perks. 

I think it’s bedtime. 

Tomorrow will be another early morning. 

I know, I know, I’m usually up early anyway, but there might be a small chance I sleep in one day.