Feeding the Squatter

I slept well again last night. I’m almost afraid to say it. It’s like if I admit to it, somehow it will end my streak and there will be sleepless hours and hours ahead. While it lasts, I’ll enjoy it.

When my CIL asked me to take him to town, he said it would be between 11 and 12 which is 10 and 11 Tommie Time. I got up as the sun was beginning to stream into my window. That was a little before 6:30. Out of necessity, I’ve been taking my bath early in the day. I had that out of the way as well as the rest of my morning routine which included breakfast. About 10:15, there was a knock on the door. Could we leave in about five minutes? Sure.

I pulled on a pair of jeans and, out of courtesy, put on some underpinnings. His truck is a diesel so he had to let it warm up a bit. I climbed in the car and pulled up to the end of the driveway. There was no need to worry that he would drive off before I was ready.

We caravanned down the mountain. I had no idea where we were going so I didn’t let him get too far ahead. He turned off into the little settlement that is right before town. Ah! It was where my 1st grade school was located. As a matter of fact, after another turn, we ended up in that general area.

The school building is history. That’s no surprise. When I went to school there back in the very early 50’s, it was a rather sorry sight. I remember a frame building that, to me, was huge. It probably wasn’t. There were outhouses—three holers, one for the boys and one for the girls. There may have been more but those were the ones at “my” end of the school. My sister was in the 8th grade at the other end of the building.

While I waited, I looked around from my vantage point in the car. There was the hill where my sister’s grandmother’s house was. It’s been replaced by a manufactured home.

When he got in the car, he had no idea I was in my old stompin’ grounds. He told me I could turn around and go back but I said I was taking the scenic route. On our way through, I was pointing out different places. For the most part, the houses are in terrible shape and look like they might be ready to fall down. DH’s grandmother’s house looks the best of any of them. I didn’t drive back where his aunts lived but turned and went back to the highway.

The trip home was unremarkable. I’d asked him yesterday if he was brave enough to ride with me. He said he doesn’t get nervous until he hears metal grinding and glass breaking. I’d prayed before we left and the Lord and I made sure there was none of that. We made an appointment to go retrieve the truck later this week. He asked how much he owed me. ?? After all they’ve done for me? You gotta be kidding!

I’d started watching a video while I was eating breakfast so I finished that and commenced working in the kitchen. I’m still not up to snuff. I had to go lie down on my nicely made bed for a few minutes before I could get up and finish.

There was some romaine in the fridge that was crying for attention so I washed it and got it ready to use. Taking the compost out, I noticed the garage door was open. I went in to get a container of fava beans. The Cat came in and started rubbing against my legs. Now, if there’s anything I don’t want, it’s to carry any fleas into the house. I shooed it away.

Picking up the fava beans, I started to come back to the house but something stopped me. My cousin and I had discussed the proximity of the freezer to the living quarters of the Squatter and we wondered if he was eating my food. At that time, I hadn’t really looked because HE was around. Today, I started going through things. Yes, I do believe I was feeding him. I haven’t kept a running inventory but there are definitely some food items missing. There’s still plenty there to keep me from Death’s Door but unless I miss my guess, he was noshing on stolen goods. It’s gone but so is HE. I’m not going to cry over it.

My cousin was cleaning out the area after he left (THAT took some doing and it smells much better now) and found evidence that he’d been eating the sugar babies’ food right along. She feeds them baby food and once she’d put vitamins in one of the containers. He ate it and got the “back door trots”. It was kind of funny and sad at the same time.

I enjoyed watching Ernest T. Bass meet his “Romena” for the first time while I rebounded for 25 minutes. I’m glad I caved and have Netflix so I can watch Andy anytime I want. I save it for rebounding sessions, though. That makes it even more special.

There have been some huge flies zooming around the house. If I had that much energy and could channel it in the right direction, I could get all sorts of things done. Sorry, DD. There was no way I could catch them and put them outside so I did the only thing I could do. Whenever one lit somewhere to catch its breath, I sprayed it with Veggie Wash and gave it a free ride down the sink. I don’t know how all these critters get in but it would be nice if they’d stay outside.

The first two champagne mangos have been slaughtered and consumed. I’d like to say they were delicious but they weren’t. I’d give a pretty penny to be able to get some Ciruli Brothers but I guess that’s too much to ask where I live.

Twinkle is getting easier and easier to dose. She was sitting on the floor just this side of the hallway leading to her bathroom. I went in the kitchen and drew the dose into the dropper. Not even trying to conceal it, I walked up to her, took her head in my hand and shot it into her mouth. She never once protested.

Genese is getting closer to having real live hearing aids. The therapist who tested her has faxed the results to both our doctor and audiologist. The nursing home has been advised of the findings so now it’s up to them to take the next step. I hope they don’t lag.

Tomorrow is another day. I’ve been yawning all afternoon. It’s time to close the shutters and go to bed.

2 Responses to Feeding the Squatter

  1. Lila May 15, 2013 at 8:02 am #

    Hope you slept well, and today you will feel better than you have in weeks!

    • Tommie May 15, 2013 at 8:58 am #

      That would be nice.

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