Well a rise and shine, dear reader(s), I come to you a little before 6:00 a.m., after falling asleep at 7:30 p.m. last night. Gotta brush away the sleep from my eyes, wow, I really conked out hard last night. I’m listening to a little classical right now, but it’s making me very emotional—not sure I want to start today off in tears though, so I may have to switch to Q-FM shortly for a little relief. We are hanging in here at Hound Hall, though Michael has been severely angry with the way Med Vet handled Legs’ euthanasia and is toying with thoughts of legal action. He had a long talk with Dr. Sears which I was not privy to—I know deep down Michael just wants closure on Legs’ death, and I am praying Dr. Sears can gently help give that to him. If it were at all possible, we would have had Dr. Sears put Legs down, but no, fate did not have that in the cards. How I wish things had played out a different way, but God had something else in store for us. So be it, I say, let sleeping dogs lie, and all that.
So today Michael and I do our Covid tests to see if we picked up the virus from mom. Honestly readers I have no symptoms right now and I feel fine. To be safe, I went ahead and made arrangements with Fetter to do our therapy session on Zoom today, as I would never want to be responsible for getting him sick. He just had Covid over Christmas and I don’t want him to get it again. I’m looking forward to our zoom, I need to express my grief to him, hopefully he will have some advice as to how I heal from the loss of my beloved pet. I am enjoying the reprieve from Legs’ barking, which really was disruptive, so I can admit that to you without guilt. But damn, I miss that gorgeous, skinny boy so much.
On the “when it rains it pours” front, our basement sewer drain is backed up, again, and we are waiting on Kevin Bartholomew, again, to come help us out of this mess. The dishes are piled up in the sink, my laundry can’t be run, toilets can’t be flushed. When will this problem ever be solved? Michael is trying to navigate us through it, but I think it’s way over his head (and budget). I’m resolved to try and stay cool as a cucumber, though I am slightly simmering that we are just a broke household of misfits in today’s capitalistic society in America. I’m embarrassed to be living this way, shamed, I feel unfit and awful about myself. I feel like I don’t belong in my toney neighborhood, filled with beautifully restored houses and well-manicured gardens. What am I doing here, I don’t know, I probably belong in the ghetto, amongst the trashy houses, and wandering the crime-ridden streets. I want to give up (even though I know I can’t). Dad, why aren’t you here to help? Mom, apparently, isn’t up to it right now.
Well, there is always the AA First Things First meeting this morning, perhaps there are some plumbers in attendance, or maybe someone from the media. Who knows who is remaining silent like me, and do you think there will be some masked disruptor like they had the other day? Who knows, I’ve got my coffee, and I’m in my recliner chair. My name is Melissa, I’m an alcoholic, this much is true.
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The AA meeting was great, and YouTube had the awesome Backstreet Boys waiting for me in my morning queue. Oh, how I wish they would make a concert stop in Columbus, I’d be the first in line to buy tickets (fingers crossed they wouldn’t be too pricey). I just love that Boy Band, they give me the tingles, I don’t quite completely understand why I’ve latched on to them but so be it. Of course I love my husband, but mild flirtations with fantasy are entirely OK. At least I think so.
Michael is now up, he’s not sick, I think we are in the clear from catching Covid. He’s called Eco Plumbers, they are coming tomorrow, I guess Bartholomew isn’t an option anymore? Michael told me Lily was up barking at 2:00 a.m., gratefully I slept through that, though I heard her crying at 4:30 a.m. I’m for the time being gonna pop a whole Simply Sleep at night, so I can try to get my rest. I feel good right now, slept well last night, don’t remember any dreams, though I’m sure I had some. Gratefully, I don’t think I had much exposure to the news yesterday, and that’s probably why I slept well. I will continue on my path of trying to protect myself from it, collecting pieces of refuse for my art, praying that Michael doesn’t dump our sewage into the neighbor’s yard, oh, just working on turning things over. Gratefully, Eco Plumbers is on the phone, maybe they can come today? Fingers crossed.
Oh it’s not a beautiful day in the neighborhood, rain is falling, I’m cold here in my hospital room. Time to call mom, see how she is doing, and take my Covid test. Happy Thursday, all. Welcome to the jungle.
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