OMG, I need to get this off my chest before I scream. And I'm going to say some mean, hurtful and nasty things so watch out.
That woman. That fucking woman. THAT WOMAN. I want her outta here as soon as possible. No, my mother hasn't come back from the dead, it's my mother in law.
Quickly, since that bitch will be back soon....and I have a million things to do which I don't want her around for. Like taking photos for ebay, cooking, and just relaxing on a Sunday afternoon. Forget it.
Memorial Day weekend: MIL wound up in ER, congestive heart failure. The usual routine, hospital stay, then on to rehab. Once in rehab, her children didn't think it would be a good idea for her to return home since she lives alone. Out of 17 freaking kids not one could take her in, take care of her, or even visit regularly. Except Hubby visited who 3 to 4x a week, the others didn't visit over the holidays. They had the balls to ask us if we'd take care of her. No, I laid that right down, no. (And why the fuck is that woman here now? I feel like I'm getting railroaded) Don't even get me started on all that whole selfish family.
She stayed in the nursing home from June to February, when they held her check for payment. They'd give her $72 a month to live on. Not happening, why, she can zip right through $72 in a matter of days just by her lottery playing and scratch tickets. What a miraculous recovery she made once that check got taken!
It's a messed up situation, SIL who lives in NJ (we're in MA) is in charge of her care, she's the proxy and all that. Big deal. She needs to get her ass here and take care of HER mother, not via satellite and not through me, I'm doing too much for an innocent bystander. I may have to give her an insulin shot today because her sugar shot up over 250. Well, I leave her to her own devices for 1 day and look what happened. She went home and her family visited yesterday, all she eats is starches, so what do you expect? She probably are a mountain of rice, followed by ice cream (it's sugar free but still has carbs) and potato chips. I should be making chicken soup right now, because if I don't put something healthy in front of her she will eat pizza or rice. She may refuse the healthy food in favor or pizza, which is what she did Friday night. She saw hubby had 2 slices of pizza and decided she'd rather have 1/2 slice of pizza, which according to her was healthy because it had vegetables. Yeah, about a teaspoon of veggies. I made salad with tuna on top, which she ate a tiny amount hours later....
It's like dealing with a child. When you put a meal down for a child, if they don't like it then they should go hungry, right? That's how it was for me. No running out to get fast food or potato chips instead. Or eating dessert an hour before supper then claiming not to be hungry.
I'm finding myself saying things like, "I'm not a short order cook" and "The kitchen closes at 8pm" like I did when my mother was alive. But at least my mother knew that a meal consisted of protein, veggies and a starch. This one doesn't know her ass from her elbow.
Dumb, real dumb. I swear she has the brain of a 10 year old. And she has the nerve to say when Hubby was a child they took him to social security to get him on the cuckoo check because he was nervous, he was a little nervous and still is. She said he was, in so many words that he was and is cuckoo. I told her there was nothing wrong with Hubby, and there wasn't and isn't now. We do have the spanish/english language barrier so I don't know if she caught my drift. If she says it again I'm telling her it in all spanish to get my point across. I took him in the next room and said, "Don't you believe her for a minute that there was anything wrong with you. The only reason they tried to get you on a disability check was for the money, they wanted the money." I went on to say, which I had been holding my tongue on for years, "Just because you began talking & walking at a later age doesn't make you stupid or retarded, no matter what she says. What she did was a great disservice to you by not getting you some help in school or taking you to a doctor even. She did NOTHING. You graduated high school, you've held onto a job for the past 25 years and hold your own with everything. How far did she go in school? 4th grade?" I was almost yelling, wonder if she understood what I said? And it's true, she did nothing for Hubby, absolutely nothing. Rotten bitch.
I'm getting mad again. She is an evil woman. I think I hate her. She did nothing for her son and expects him to take care of her and support her. She's been on a mad spending spree, she got her check back from the nursing home and it's been nothing but lottery tickets, scratch tickets, and of course she's buying things for SIL. A couple of months ago I told Hubby that I was not buying another thing for MIL because she wouldn't give me the steam off her shit. It's true. Hell, I'm doing a lot of work here (and have been) laundry, food prep, meals, meds (I filled the days of the week pill counter 16 in the morning, 3 in the afternoon) and she's buying crap for her daughter who wouldn't visit her. BITCH. Selfish bitch.
And she steals. She stole anything that wasn't nailed down in the nursing home. She stayed here over night for New Years Eve. Funny, I'm missing a pair of earrings, a pair that I left out in the open at the time since they weren't worth a lot of $$. I have looked all over. I don't trust that bitch as far as I can throw her. So I've hidden all my jewelry, ALL of it, tried to hide all my perfumes and such. I barricaded up the cabinet that I keep my Mistouko, and all my other old, irreplaceable perfumes. All in my mother's room, which is piled with my boxes for shipping, Christmas stuff, a junk room. I also keep the lights out in there. If she goes in and falls then it's her own fault. The one time I left the light on, I saw her peeking in the door which I accidentally left open. I heard my bathroom cabinets opening & closing at 4am.
I must sound paranoid. I just reread what I wrote and it doesn't make a lot of sense (and I'm rushing to do it) and I feel like of bad. Maybe I'm making a big deal out of nothing. But you know what? I really don't like her. And I don't like her staying here, especially when she pooped out 16 other kids that she should be staying with.
She's only staying here until they get the lifeline bell thingy hooked up at her house, which should be this week.
They'll be here soon, let me put on a positive attitude, a happy face & try to make the best of it. Where are my pills? I could use an extra or something to help.
Sunday, March 04, 2012
Thursday, September 01, 2011
Checking in by Accident
Hello! I've been away for a spell, what have I been up to?
Not too long ago I began blogging about perfume, my obsession for the past year or so. Tonight somehow I'm logged in the other google/blogger account and went to access my dashboard to post and found myself here, at the woman of the house's place. Perhaps I'll put a link to the perfume blog....
So here I am. Where did I leave off? Last March.
After a terrible winter where I found myself down, as in in the dumps, depressed or something, I had no gumption to do much of anything, I barely worked (had unemployment & ebay to live off) BTW, I did really well with ebay this year. I just didn't want to be bothered getting dressed, leaving the house and all, sitting at work and dealing with people, I felt like hell all crappy and fat & lazy, I didn't go out much-although I had a few times I went out into town & shopped, the shopping is a mood enhancer :) I slept a lot, lots of long sleeps and naps. I dunno, I was feeling crappy all around.
In May I hooked myself up with a counselor, I told my regular/physical doctor that I thought I had ADD because I have always had trouble finishing things, starting things, keeping my mind on things and not much ambition to do things anymore. You should have seen me when it came time to pack & ship the ebay stuff out, it would take me all night to figure what box to put each widget in. That and other things overwhelmed me. She referred me to a counseling place. I meet with a fairly easy to talk to counselor every 2 weeks or so. What I mean by "fairly easy" to talk to is that much of the time it's a back and forth conversation, but sometimes she pauses and I've run out of things to say and that makes for an awkward, uneasy silence. Our last session which was two days ago didn't go so well. I was having a bad day, haven't had one in a while.... I was nervous about work and other things (something happened which meant a shitload of work the next day-I didn't cause it, but for some odd reason I was anxious about it) it had been a month since I had last seen her, I missed my bus and had to take a cab, I had my period and didn't feel so great, I forgot my pills and was wondering how I'd be feeling since I wouldn't be able to take the second pill of the day at all, I had no idea what do do when the appointment was finished, was I meeting Hubby? Going into town to meet him or straight home? How would I get my coffee? Ugh, I was a mess and my counselor could tell. Hopefully I'll come back down to Earth and our next session will go better. Actually I felt better after talking with her, a little confused but better than I did when I first walked in.
This counseling thing came in handy because over Memorial Day weekend my MIL became ill and wound up in the hospital. Congestive heart failure, plus she's got a leaky valve and a blockage from what I gather. I'm not running the show this time, thank God, my SIL in New Jersey is. And that brings up all sorts of problems because how in hell do you take care of your mother, talk to doctors and all when you're a couple of states away? Then she asked us if we'd take care of MIL, have her move in with us. I refused, I told hubby I couldn't do it again (because I know most of the burden would fall on me) I said I would have a nervous breakdown and/or run away from home if I had to be a caregiver again. There are 14 children in that family-only about 1/2 of them work, let one of them take the responsibility, not us. She's living at the rehab now, still holding onto her apartment. I have no idea what will happen. Obviously all the issues that I had with taking care of my mother resurfaced when MIL got sick, almost like a flashback. Having a counselor to complain and vent to helped a lot. Didn't fix anything, but I got everything off my chest, and would go to every session with more to problems with that situation to unload. I still have gripes to unload every time, ewww, it's a mess with the MIL being sick and not one of those, ahem, people not willing to take care of their own mother.
Yes, hubby has been VERY good with it all, he visits her the most-nearly everyday, brings her extra food, clothes and whatever else she needs, and has not forced the caregiving issue on me. He also went through everything along with me when my mother was sick, he doesn't want to do it either-as in MIL living with us. His siblings rarely visit. His brother will maybe once or twice a week, there's two living in RI-they come in once a month or less, the one in NJ has been once-she spent a weekend here, a couple from PR are here and have visited once or twice. There's one SIL who will call MIL and complain that her kids don't have any food, MIL will worry and call Hubby to ask to buy her food and bring it over. Ugh, what a mess.
Backing up a bit, in May after a few sessions I got to see the bigger counselor, a shrink I suppose-the medicine woman, she put me on adder all. It worked great up until the past few weeks or so. It put me back in top form, keeping normal hours-going to bed and sleeping when I should-like a normal person, getting up early every morning and going out everyday, going to work-I worked my ass off all summer! Plus I would get things done, laundry, cooking, housecleaning, I didn't sit around and space out deciding what to do first, I just did what needed to be done in an orderly fashion. My hair was clean & fixed all the time, I wore my make-up everyday, and stopped living in my pajamas. I had the desire to go out on my days off rather than sleep all day. I had my thoughts all straight, I could think things through rather than my mind jumping through hoops, and I was aware of what I was doing and did things correctly. But....the past few weeks I began feeling slightly like a slug, like the medicine wasn't working so great anymore. My mind is getting jumbled and blah again. We were at the store, I was talking to a sales person, when that stopped Hubby was talking to me and handed me $100 that he owed me, I told him not to bother me with other stuff when I was trying to figure something out and stuck the $100 in my pocket. Hours later when I was getting a coffee I pulled out what I thought was a one and it was the hundred, and I had to figure how & why that was in my pocket. See how my mind gets muddled? Happened when I went out a month ago with some old friends from out of town. By the time we went to dinner (8pm) I was feeling tired and didn't know what the hell I ordered to drink. "Didn't I order a pepsi? I thought I did." And actually I did, I had forgotten. Well, there were lots of distractions at dinner, my old friends, the dinner and so on.
Next time I see the medicine woman I an telling her that my pills need to be adjusted or I need something else. I meant to mention that the last time (I see her once a month) but when she asked how was I doing I said fine, I thought that was just an opening question, and she'd ask me more in depth later on. I was doing so good, I felt normal and collected, which I haven't felt in a long time. My bottle of Adderall is generic, the name on the bottle is amphetamine salt combo. When I saw that I thought I had the holy grail! Since then I've found out that amps are not the holy grail, I mean I felt together and with it while on them for almost 3 months, not I'm not so together anymore. It sucks.
In other news, everything else is fine. My Chei and Winnie are good, although Chei's last blood tests showed some kidney function issue, slight kidney failure-was that the word? It's late now and my mind is really slowing down. No, early kidney disease, I think. The vet said to only give her lasix once a day instead of twice. She needs to go in for another blood test. She seems fine, she is acting as she usually does, like a monkey, a happy monkey, begging for cookies, wagging her tail.
And of course things between me and hubby are kind of strained, we have the MIL issue now. It's always something. Oops, his alarm just went off, I've got to get going....
Not too long ago I began blogging about perfume, my obsession for the past year or so. Tonight somehow I'm logged in the other google/blogger account and went to access my dashboard to post and found myself here, at the woman of the house's place. Perhaps I'll put a link to the perfume blog....
So here I am. Where did I leave off? Last March.
After a terrible winter where I found myself down, as in in the dumps, depressed or something, I had no gumption to do much of anything, I barely worked (had unemployment & ebay to live off) BTW, I did really well with ebay this year. I just didn't want to be bothered getting dressed, leaving the house and all, sitting at work and dealing with people, I felt like hell all crappy and fat & lazy, I didn't go out much-although I had a few times I went out into town & shopped, the shopping is a mood enhancer :) I slept a lot, lots of long sleeps and naps. I dunno, I was feeling crappy all around.
In May I hooked myself up with a counselor, I told my regular/physical doctor that I thought I had ADD because I have always had trouble finishing things, starting things, keeping my mind on things and not much ambition to do things anymore. You should have seen me when it came time to pack & ship the ebay stuff out, it would take me all night to figure what box to put each widget in. That and other things overwhelmed me. She referred me to a counseling place. I meet with a fairly easy to talk to counselor every 2 weeks or so. What I mean by "fairly easy" to talk to is that much of the time it's a back and forth conversation, but sometimes she pauses and I've run out of things to say and that makes for an awkward, uneasy silence. Our last session which was two days ago didn't go so well. I was having a bad day, haven't had one in a while.... I was nervous about work and other things (something happened which meant a shitload of work the next day-I didn't cause it, but for some odd reason I was anxious about it) it had been a month since I had last seen her, I missed my bus and had to take a cab, I had my period and didn't feel so great, I forgot my pills and was wondering how I'd be feeling since I wouldn't be able to take the second pill of the day at all, I had no idea what do do when the appointment was finished, was I meeting Hubby? Going into town to meet him or straight home? How would I get my coffee? Ugh, I was a mess and my counselor could tell. Hopefully I'll come back down to Earth and our next session will go better. Actually I felt better after talking with her, a little confused but better than I did when I first walked in.
This counseling thing came in handy because over Memorial Day weekend my MIL became ill and wound up in the hospital. Congestive heart failure, plus she's got a leaky valve and a blockage from what I gather. I'm not running the show this time, thank God, my SIL in New Jersey is. And that brings up all sorts of problems because how in hell do you take care of your mother, talk to doctors and all when you're a couple of states away? Then she asked us if we'd take care of MIL, have her move in with us. I refused, I told hubby I couldn't do it again (because I know most of the burden would fall on me) I said I would have a nervous breakdown and/or run away from home if I had to be a caregiver again. There are 14 children in that family-only about 1/2 of them work, let one of them take the responsibility, not us. She's living at the rehab now, still holding onto her apartment. I have no idea what will happen. Obviously all the issues that I had with taking care of my mother resurfaced when MIL got sick, almost like a flashback. Having a counselor to complain and vent to helped a lot. Didn't fix anything, but I got everything off my chest, and would go to every session with more to problems with that situation to unload. I still have gripes to unload every time, ewww, it's a mess with the MIL being sick and not one of those, ahem, people not willing to take care of their own mother.
Yes, hubby has been VERY good with it all, he visits her the most-nearly everyday, brings her extra food, clothes and whatever else she needs, and has not forced the caregiving issue on me. He also went through everything along with me when my mother was sick, he doesn't want to do it either-as in MIL living with us. His siblings rarely visit. His brother will maybe once or twice a week, there's two living in RI-they come in once a month or less, the one in NJ has been once-she spent a weekend here, a couple from PR are here and have visited once or twice. There's one SIL who will call MIL and complain that her kids don't have any food, MIL will worry and call Hubby to ask to buy her food and bring it over. Ugh, what a mess.
Backing up a bit, in May after a few sessions I got to see the bigger counselor, a shrink I suppose-the medicine woman, she put me on adder all. It worked great up until the past few weeks or so. It put me back in top form, keeping normal hours-going to bed and sleeping when I should-like a normal person, getting up early every morning and going out everyday, going to work-I worked my ass off all summer! Plus I would get things done, laundry, cooking, housecleaning, I didn't sit around and space out deciding what to do first, I just did what needed to be done in an orderly fashion. My hair was clean & fixed all the time, I wore my make-up everyday, and stopped living in my pajamas. I had the desire to go out on my days off rather than sleep all day. I had my thoughts all straight, I could think things through rather than my mind jumping through hoops, and I was aware of what I was doing and did things correctly. But....the past few weeks I began feeling slightly like a slug, like the medicine wasn't working so great anymore. My mind is getting jumbled and blah again. We were at the store, I was talking to a sales person, when that stopped Hubby was talking to me and handed me $100 that he owed me, I told him not to bother me with other stuff when I was trying to figure something out and stuck the $100 in my pocket. Hours later when I was getting a coffee I pulled out what I thought was a one and it was the hundred, and I had to figure how & why that was in my pocket. See how my mind gets muddled? Happened when I went out a month ago with some old friends from out of town. By the time we went to dinner (8pm) I was feeling tired and didn't know what the hell I ordered to drink. "Didn't I order a pepsi? I thought I did." And actually I did, I had forgotten. Well, there were lots of distractions at dinner, my old friends, the dinner and so on.
Next time I see the medicine woman I an telling her that my pills need to be adjusted or I need something else. I meant to mention that the last time (I see her once a month) but when she asked how was I doing I said fine, I thought that was just an opening question, and she'd ask me more in depth later on. I was doing so good, I felt normal and collected, which I haven't felt in a long time. My bottle of Adderall is generic, the name on the bottle is amphetamine salt combo. When I saw that I thought I had the holy grail! Since then I've found out that amps are not the holy grail, I mean I felt together and with it while on them for almost 3 months, not I'm not so together anymore. It sucks.
In other news, everything else is fine. My Chei and Winnie are good, although Chei's last blood tests showed some kidney function issue, slight kidney failure-was that the word? It's late now and my mind is really slowing down. No, early kidney disease, I think. The vet said to only give her lasix once a day instead of twice. She needs to go in for another blood test. She seems fine, she is acting as she usually does, like a monkey, a happy monkey, begging for cookies, wagging her tail.
And of course things between me and hubby are kind of strained, we have the MIL issue now. It's always something. Oops, his alarm just went off, I've got to get going....
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Wrapping up
Final post here. At least for now, maybe when something is bothering me enough I'll return, who knows? With everyone in the world online now I need to keep my thoughts to myself. All my impure thoughts and all.
So...........lemme me see. Love sucks. It's the same old, same old at home with Hubby. I love him but I don't know if he'll ever change and it's the usual if I try to discuss things, I'm "starting something". Like starting trouble. Well, if there's a problem I want to get it out in the open, I get it out there and nothing gets accomplished.
The other guy who I was waiting to return in the spring? Google is a wonderful thing. I see that he's been arrested oh, about 4 times since I last saw him. Disorderly conduct, criminal trespass, shoplifting-I must be forgetting one, but there was 2 shoplifting, one was a larceny and right before I met him, so I didn't have that in the count since he left. Whatever. I'm not dealing with that bullshit.
Then along came another one. That's probably over because I haven't heard from him since Monday, no phone call or email. He goes from almost daily 3 hour phone calls, 6 emails a day to zip. Can't figure them out. Really, what the hell happened there? Here I am making plans to meet him, he was the one who initiated the meeting, and I'm now sitting here checking the frigging email, looking at my phone every chance I get and coming up empty handed. Shit, I really liked this one, VERY intelligent and attractive. Probably too intelligent and too upper class for me. I'm not putting myself down, I'm just looking at things realistically. Yeah we were sort of doomed from the start, but I love a challenge. I love a chase and being chased. God, where the hell is that man? It would be nice if when I sign off here to find I've got mail from him, or a wake-up call in the morning.
But I have that awful, sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach that I won't be hearing from him again. I don't know why, we were getting along swimmingly. But I've got that feeling and that feeling is usually right.
Ok, onto the next victim. And I'm usually the victim in these situations, the one who gets the shit end of the stick.
Over and out.........................
So...........lemme me see. Love sucks. It's the same old, same old at home with Hubby. I love him but I don't know if he'll ever change and it's the usual if I try to discuss things, I'm "starting something". Like starting trouble. Well, if there's a problem I want to get it out in the open, I get it out there and nothing gets accomplished.
The other guy who I was waiting to return in the spring? Google is a wonderful thing. I see that he's been arrested oh, about 4 times since I last saw him. Disorderly conduct, criminal trespass, shoplifting-I must be forgetting one, but there was 2 shoplifting, one was a larceny and right before I met him, so I didn't have that in the count since he left. Whatever. I'm not dealing with that bullshit.
Then along came another one. That's probably over because I haven't heard from him since Monday, no phone call or email. He goes from almost daily 3 hour phone calls, 6 emails a day to zip. Can't figure them out. Really, what the hell happened there? Here I am making plans to meet him, he was the one who initiated the meeting, and I'm now sitting here checking the frigging email, looking at my phone every chance I get and coming up empty handed. Shit, I really liked this one, VERY intelligent and attractive. Probably too intelligent and too upper class for me. I'm not putting myself down, I'm just looking at things realistically. Yeah we were sort of doomed from the start, but I love a challenge. I love a chase and being chased. God, where the hell is that man? It would be nice if when I sign off here to find I've got mail from him, or a wake-up call in the morning.
But I have that awful, sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach that I won't be hearing from him again. I don't know why, we were getting along swimmingly. But I've got that feeling and that feeling is usually right.
Ok, onto the next victim. And I'm usually the victim in these situations, the one who gets the shit end of the stick.
Over and out.........................
Tuesday, February 01, 2011
Early Spring Cleaning
Just cleaned up the 'ol blog. Not much left, huh? I guess I can't discuss much, although I don't have a lot to discuss, not yet and I fear the wrong people finding out my business. Many are online, I don't know in what capacity, but they're out there.
Perhaps I'll take this blog undercover, then I'll have 0 readers. That's ok I guess. I do like to get things off my chest and writing about it helps.
Chico is around. I know if I stick a trap right by the door next to me-which is a perfect place-Chico runs by there and the door is against the wall (hard to explain) but the dogs won't be able to get near the trap-I fear them trying to get a taste of the peanut butter and the trap going off on their faces. Anyhoo, I could put a trap there right now and probably get him, but I just can't do it. Plus then I won't be able to run around the house singing:
♪ ♫ ♪Chico, don't be discovered
the man is gonna get you when he can...♪ ♫
I haven't finished the lyrics to Chico's theme yet. Amazingly enough I am often jovial enough to sing around the house. It's kind of like the old me (before all the troubles with my mother began) is reemerging. Finally.
Monday, January 31, 2011
And another thing..... or two
I figured out how we got the mice. New people moved in across the street, dug up their whole front yard, that's when they started coming. I've heard that when you or there's digging in the area it brings mice. They don't really have a yard, the house is built on a hill, they had cement stairs on the hill leading to the house, they jack hammered the stairs out and replaced them, and dug up any grass and bushes, replaced and replanted everything.
We've only got Chico now for mice. I call him Chico, I give names to all the visitors: Herman the bat, Matilda and company the raccoons, and I call all the squirrels Chewie.
Chico is very smart, we've got all the mousetraps out and he just bypasses them or something. Hubby saw Chico in the cellar, we put traps in that area they go untouched. That was over a month ago. I saw him scurry across the kitchen floor and under the cabinet below the sink, which has a trap. Nada. When I see him I'll say, "Chico, get outta here!" and he runs. He knows his name. I think I'll put new peanut butter in the traps-what's in there is dried up or Chico has eaten it, I don't know how he could without setting it off. I hate to do it, but the mouse is driving me crazy.
We've only got Chico now for mice. I call him Chico, I give names to all the visitors: Herman the bat, Matilda and company the raccoons, and I call all the squirrels Chewie.
Chico is very smart, we've got all the mousetraps out and he just bypasses them or something. Hubby saw Chico in the cellar, we put traps in that area they go untouched. That was over a month ago. I saw him scurry across the kitchen floor and under the cabinet below the sink, which has a trap. Nada. When I see him I'll say, "Chico, get outta here!" and he runs. He knows his name. I think I'll put new peanut butter in the traps-what's in there is dried up or Chico has eaten it, I don't know how he could without setting it off. I hate to do it, but the mouse is driving me crazy.
Saturday, January 29, 2011
Please come to Boston for the springtime
♫ ♪Please come to Boston for the springtime
I'm stayin' here with some friends and they've got lots of room
You can sell your paintings on the sidewalk
By a café where I hope to be workin' soon
Please come to Boston.....♪ ♫
*Not going to include a you tube of the song, ugh I can't stand it.*
Before we got clobbered with the snow, I was spending my days off going into Boston. I had a nice little routine going: I'd catch the bus that would take me to the subway which would go past my work, you never know who you could bump into that way ;)I'd start off downtown & checkout Marshall's and TJ Maxx for perfumes (there are 2 right next to each other) turn the corner and visit my cousin at his store, maybe run into a customer friend (yes a male) from work on that street who would walk with me the rest of the way to my cousin's-a 2 minute walk but the gesture was nice. Hang out at Mike's (my cousin) for a spell, then I'd walk to Copley Square, my old, old hang out. I'd walk through the Commons and would usually get on lower end of Boylston St to walk by the area I worked at some, uh, 20 years ago, it's a nice area, almost looks the same as it did. Next I'd walk straight up Boylston, sometimes go into Filene's Basement (NOT the same as the fabulous one downtown-now closed) and another Marshall's-but I couldn't check out the perfumes there, couldn't find an elevator in that store and I'm terrified of escalators. From there I'd go to Saks or Neiman Marcus check out their stuff, call Hubby and meet him somewhere in the South End and go home. Where was I going with this? Oh yeah, every time I'd get near Arlington Street that horrible song would get in my head, and I'd think of that guy, hoping he'll come back to Boston in the spring. If I remember correctly they used to sell paintings on the corner if Arlington and Boylston streets, hence the song.
I miss going out, can't go anywhere on my own because of the snow. We live on a hill and I'd break my neck just trying to get to the bus stop. Another big storm is expected next week. Wonder if my sled is still under the porch?
Just something that reminds me of something from this past New Years Eve....... wasn't the most pleasant NYE....
I'm stayin' here with some friends and they've got lots of room
You can sell your paintings on the sidewalk
By a café where I hope to be workin' soon
Please come to Boston.....♪ ♫
*Not going to include a you tube of the song, ugh I can't stand it.*
Before we got clobbered with the snow, I was spending my days off going into Boston. I had a nice little routine going: I'd catch the bus that would take me to the subway which would go past my work, you never know who you could bump into that way ;)I'd start off downtown & checkout Marshall's and TJ Maxx for perfumes (there are 2 right next to each other) turn the corner and visit my cousin at his store, maybe run into a customer friend (yes a male) from work on that street who would walk with me the rest of the way to my cousin's-a 2 minute walk but the gesture was nice. Hang out at Mike's (my cousin) for a spell, then I'd walk to Copley Square, my old, old hang out. I'd walk through the Commons and would usually get on lower end of Boylston St to walk by the area I worked at some, uh, 20 years ago, it's a nice area, almost looks the same as it did. Next I'd walk straight up Boylston, sometimes go into Filene's Basement (NOT the same as the fabulous one downtown-now closed) and another Marshall's-but I couldn't check out the perfumes there, couldn't find an elevator in that store and I'm terrified of escalators. From there I'd go to Saks or Neiman Marcus check out their stuff, call Hubby and meet him somewhere in the South End and go home. Where was I going with this? Oh yeah, every time I'd get near Arlington Street that horrible song would get in my head, and I'd think of that guy, hoping he'll come back to Boston in the spring. If I remember correctly they used to sell paintings on the corner if Arlington and Boylston streets, hence the song.
I miss going out, can't go anywhere on my own because of the snow. We live on a hill and I'd break my neck just trying to get to the bus stop. Another big storm is expected next week. Wonder if my sled is still under the porch?
Just something that reminds me of something from this past New Years Eve....... wasn't the most pleasant NYE....
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