Grandpa died last week. He was 94. He and my Grandmama were married 65 years. Can you imagine?
It's such an odd thing. I didn't want him to suffer. I wished for him to be released. It was so awful for him to be in pain all the time. But now I am heartbroken.
And just so damn tired.
I've written before about my father and what his absence meant in my life. Grandpa was one of the people that filled that space, along with my mom and my family as a whole. I have been so blessed. I am so blessed.
In other news, I am "this close" to having lost 90 pounds since joining SparkPeople.com in September. No shit.
This song has been in rotation on my radio station. The tune kept getting stuck in my head before I knew the name of the song, kind of haunting me a bit. The second rotating woman video I've posted lately.
On Monday, Dan and I celebrated our 15th anniversary over sushi. Right after he spent the day digging up our failing septic system.
We had our septic tank pumped a week earlier (after "effluent" backed up into the bathtub) and the pump guy had some concerns. He said to lift the lids and check the system in a few days. Guess what? It was full. Eight days after pumping out 1200 gallons. Doesn't quite add up.
Long story short - we are looking at leach field failure. It is very possible that the original contractor did not install the leach lines correctly 10 years ago. So we are educating ourselves now about our options and will be calling for professional help.
I'll spare you the TMI, but I have had a heck of a time with birth control over the years (pills, depo shots, IUD, more pills, etc.). I asked my provider to change my pill AGAIN and when she started to rattle off the warning signs of potential dangerous side effects of the new pill, alarms starting going off in my head.
Then it occurred to me, not for the first time... we are done with babies. There are other options. Tubal ligation to be specific. (Be careful of that there link - there are photos).
So. I have taken the first steps to jump through the hoops to get 'er done, so to speak.
Strangely, I am super excited! I don't love going under the knife but I really want to do it.
That said, if you have warnings/horror stories about getting tubes tied, go ahead and let me have 'em. Now is as good a time as any...
We've been adopted by a coyote. This is not good. He is a big papa bear of a coyote and is not bothered by our attempts to run him off one bit. He looks at us, in broad daylight mind you (coyotes are usually not seen in the day) deciding whether it would be worth the trouble to take us down or just, you know, leave and come back later when it's quiet. On one hand, I wouldn't mind seeing our squirrel and wild rabbit population cut down a bit, those rodents are very distructive to my garden (ha!) er yard er... outside dirt area. But on the other hand our one and only remaining dog is a small one and would barely serve as a light lunch for this animal. And seeing as Billy (the dog) was Dan's mom's dog before she died -- if that dog got et, it might be the last straw for what's left of Dan's mental health. So there's big talk now of being better about keeping the gate closed, calling Animal Control or jus' takin care of business the country way... shotgun style.