I didn't want to start my post with negative things, so I went as positive as I could. Girl Scout cookie season started yesterday. I sold my first box in 1962 for 35 cents (2024 dollars $3.54). Today they are $5. But I think the troops get a larger piece of the pie now. And yes, I know that you can buy similar cookies all year round without the huge markup. I don't care. Cookies that come in a GS cookie box have something extra. Some magic. You'll not convince me otherwise. If you need a "dealer" I can hook you up.
More good news. It snow twice this week. Tuesday was the beginning of classes and it was canceled. I shoveled. This time it wasn't heavy. Then again today it snowed. Again, I shoveled. I was a little annoyed that a neighbor was leaning on their car waiting (a half hour) for it to warm up and didn't offer to help. But I got it done. It was light and fluffy. Maybe three inches each time. The streets are pretty decent. I think the streets department is excited to have something to do. And get overtime.
In other news. I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired. That pretty much sums it up. The doctor's office called again and wanted to move my ablation up to Thursday. The first day of that class. Man I want that sucker done but their timing couldn't be worse.
The last two Monday's we did Milly, and last Friday I went to yoga. Now that school has started I'm getting more exercise. Stairs and hills remain challenges.
I'm trying to balance stress, work, family, volunteering and everything I do. I think I'm doing okay. Next week will be a real test. Sharon has a surgery followup Monday. Pat an eye appointment Tuesday, and me the gyno Wednesday. Damn. That's a lot of running. Next week is my eye followup.
The final tibit is that kidding season has begun at my friends farm. Triplets yesterday. The herd is expanding.
Now the bitching. Between the snow and classes I cut down on my visits to my sisters house. Her recovery is four months. She needs to move on with her life the best she can. Is that tough love? Probably. But running back and forth is exhausting. It doesn't help that she demands rather than asks. "take out..., " take off ..., or "pick up/move that ...". Do I look like an aid? Every day she calls with some sort of need, but again, never asks. Demands. A little kindness goes a long way. People are dropping by with food all the time yet she still calls and says "you need to order my groceries". My reply is always the same. "Fine. But who is putting them away?" If she needs groceries, a little at a time works.
Sadly she talks all the time about having another surgery. I'm not helping next time. I quit.
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