WALK, TV AND RUG.

 

Right, first up for the day is a walk.  Either with, or without Lacy, though she has said she's coming.  I'm hoping to rope her into vacuuming me floors for me while she's here.

Stew was going to do it yesterday, but his back was absolutely KILLING HIM.

Next will be me going to The Base to buy a smaller TV for the front bedroom, and a wall bracket to hang it on.  The one we have in there right now is FAR TOO BIG, and cannot be mounted on the wall.  We got it way back in 2011, so time for a replacement.

Once I've done that, I'll come home for me lunch.  Then I have a bloke coming down from Auckland to put a protectant on the new rug.  It's worth the $$'s to do all we can to keep it in good condition.

I have a few happy photos of the kids visit yesterday now:

ABOVE:  I'm not sure of the details, but Dante got 'dared?' to cut off all his hair for $100.  Of course he did it!  I was like... WOW!  Such a change.  It will grow back super fast, and he won't have a cold head for long.

ABOVE: Lily thoroughly enjoyed playing with our three toy boxes.  And their contents.

ABOVE: She was also intrigued by Willy The Waiter.  I made that for Stew way back in 2002, when we lived in Palmerston North. 

Right, that's me for now.  I'm going to get up and do the housework, before we go for our walk.

Hmmmm.... some sad comments overnight and this morning.  Makes me yet again ponder why I do this blog thing?

Perhaps it's time to pull the plug and leave the 'social media' rat race. 

I've felt like this on quite a few other occasions, and the  single reason I haven't done it yet is STEW.  He doesn't want me to stop.  He likes knowing what he's doing on the weekend (lol), and what sort of wife he's coming home to after work! 

But seriously... almost 19 years of this.  Some good, some bad.  What to do?  

In the meantime.  I got a tv and bracket.  The telly is in the back of the car, and the bracket is 6 weeks away.  Pointing out... STEW wanted the new TV.  I did not twist his fucking arm to get it.

OR anything else in this house, or for us.

HE BUYS SHIT TOO.

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You seem to have unlimited money to blow whenever you need to satisfy your need to buy buy buy.poor Stew

WORTH MENTIONING... WHAT WE DO, OR DON'T BUY IS ABSOLUTELY NONE OF YOUR GODDAM BUSINESS!  FUCK OFF EVEN.

I am already over today.

Lacy arrived in time to have some lunch with me.  Then she did the vacuuming, thanks so much tart.

The bloke arrived and sprayed the protectant on the rug, took him all of 5 minutes.  And off he went, and so did Lacy.

Now I get to relax for the afternoon.  

There is nothing pressing on my agenda for the rest of the day.

Sure, I could do a few odd jobs, but MEH.  Can't be arsed right now.

2.13 pm.  I walk out to me car, and see A & S, close neighbours.  Call out "HI", and they come over and ask me if I'm going to the Residents Meeting, as they were heading off there now.  So I tag along with them...nothing else to do.

We get down to the meeting room, no one is there.  Whoops, S got the day wrong.

Never mind.  Walk through the foyer, and there's a big bag of fresh carrots and potatoes, free for the taking.  

ABOVE: Why thanks, don't mind if I do.  Look at that, a bonus to living here.

2.57 pm:  Steve (son) heard we had to wait 6 weeks for the TV bracket.  Said 'HELL NO', and rang around and found one here, that he can lay his hands on in a couple of days!  So I cancelled the bracket I'd ordered, and we shall have the TV on the wall by the weekend.  RESULT.

Stew will be ever so happy.  

7.27 pm:  Coco and I had a snoozy afternoon, curled up together on the sofa bed, sharing a hot pod and blanket.  The lounge reeked of whatever it was the bloke put on the rug, so retiring to the front room was a good idea.  It didn't bother me to begin with (the smell), but certainly got to me after a while.

Stew arrived home, and kindly cooked our dinner.  Sausages and veges.  Very yum.

Now we are looking forward to a quiet evening in front of the telly.

Catch ya tomorrow.