Thursday, June 27, 2024

Another hungry day yesterday only made manageable because I couldn't eat much. I ordered a 2 meatball appetizer for dinner and could only eat one. My tirzepatide injection at 7.5 mg is on-board this morning. Weigh-in day tomorrow will be interesting.

DD who had started on tirzepatide via HenryMeds just got approval by her insurance company for Mounjaro at $200 a month. Apparently her local CVS had it in-stock.

The dumpster arrived yesterday. It is much larger than I envisioned so hopefully all the junk will fit. We have it for a week. Tasks for today are to bring the junk from the basement storage room up and dump it, bring the latex paint cans up to fill with kitty litter so they can be dumped, finish cleaning/organizing the kitchen cabinets (about 3/4 done yesterday), and maybe organize the 2 bathroom cabinets. We have 2 other major tasks remaining: replace the ceiling insulation in one storage room (mice were making beds in it) and dejunk/organize the garage. And a lot of smaller tasks but being done by mid-July seems very doable. Of course before the actual sale, we have to pack up and move/get rid of what remains. At least we get a break in between.

Time to get motivated. Have a theurgic Thursday!

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Good morning!

Second time I have seen the 4 showing in the 10-spot. Like many of us flip-flopping around and looking to slip closer to, or settle a bit more into the middle of our desired range--the going has slowed. I tally up the 1st of the month and check progress. July begins the half point of this year (sooooo quickly!) and looking forward (instead of dreading) comparing w/same time last year.

Liz, it will be super satisfying to watch that dumpster filling up as stuff that is no longer useful to you (or anyone else) leaves the house. It's all so much junk that hasn't paid "rent" for years---Evict the squatters!

I'm now in the midst of waffling over those things that, like mooching friends or now distant relatives and have overstayed their welcome, should have been dealt with long ago. Feels like I, the curator of all that is the physical representation of both DH's and my own families history, am about obliterate just what I was given to preserve and pass on....But, to whom (??) do those family photos, artifacts, boxes of ephemera, books, etc....when no one wants them? What happens when the generations after this generation curses me for dropping the baton?

I know, inevitably, what the answer is. It just makes me sad. If not now, when? If not me, who?

Definitely needing a bit of theurgic inspiration this Thursday, for sure.

Am off to address the 2 large branches that fell on/over the fence during the storm early yesterday morning. I can do that with out self debating!

My sister is a bit obsessive about family artifacts, but it works out great for me. She wants and will take ANYTHING that was ever owned by our parents or previous generations. So I can purge without guilt! Her little house is STUFFED and looks a bit like a museum of the 50's, but if I ever feel a bit nostalgic, I can go over and see a recreation of the past, lol. I think it will end with her, though, as neither my daughter nor her son has any interest in all the old junk, er, I mean, family historical items...

Lizanne

I have a BIL like this too. You can barely walk through his apartment with all the furniture, rugs, and knickknacks that formerly belonged to family members. And there are lots of other family memorabilia stuffed in books, drawers, etc.

You have such a poetic way of describing the sorting process.

Back from lunch with my Controversy Club. Possible topics for our next meeting s: increasing screen time and automation (ex ordering at table with QR code, self checkout), what is happening to our younger generations. Someone recommended a book called The Anxious Generation. Another topic: how does the use of electronic texts vs hard copies of books effect learning?

One of our members was late because there was a shelter in place order in their neighborhood. They live in a golf course community, and apparently someone entered the clubhouse with an automatic weapon. They cleared the pool and golf course, and held people in some service building. Scary. The world is a crazy place some days.

The rest of the day is for getting ready to travel. DH worked his last part-time shift until the end of August. Now it's really summer!

Enjoy the first trip of the summer!

It has been many years since I have had a puppy that was not born and raised here. That is the preface to reporting that Bug (the puppy's current name) screamed bloody f**king murder before settling down for the night in her crate. Luckily, once she was done screaming, she was done for the entire night. I gave her a big crate because I knew she wouldn't be able to last the night and would need a potty area. Good call. She wet at the back of the crate and slept in the front. I got up at 6 am to let her out. Upon return to her crate she screamed for a good 10 minutes, much to Ron's chagrin. Luckily, somewhere along the way I have learned that they always quiet down. You just have to ride it out. I am already deeply infatuated with her.

Weight was the same today as yesterday.

I'm confused by my latest Orderly Meds fulfillment. I got a smaller bottle of meds than I did for my 7.5 mg dose. I got a 2 ml bottle of meds which is the same size as my first bottle that was 20 mg (2 ml) working out to be four 5 mg doses. This bottle is labeled 40 mg, 2 ml, and says it's four 10 mg doses, but the directions call for 50 unit injections which I understand to be a 5 mg dose. . I don't start with the new dose until next week, so I'll figure it out, but sheesh.... Does not boost my confidence in the company - especially since there were prescription issues this past time, too. Hmmmm.....

Not much else.... Had a client dog this morning, fetched the RV for this weekend, groomed Bug a bit, accompanied Aunty Kathryn on an errand to a sketchy part of a neighboring town, etc...

It's hot out this afternoon so I'm just taking it easy.

I love the name Bug! And I have recent first-hand experience with that crate screaming... Wishing you a peaceful night ahead.