First things first, Ron was very nice to me the day after our fight. He realized he didn't act properly. Once he finished apologizing, I told him my "Tuesday afternoon cleanup" idea. It seems like he loved the idea overall, but a part of him still wishes he didn't HAVE to tell me what he would like organized. Anyway, I think it'll be good for us overall. "Yelling at you for being disorganized is like yelling at me for being blind." He does get it. I don't want this, and I'll do what I can to give him what he needs.
Yesterday was good from what I remember. A little busy, but not bad. Today, we got up at 6 am to go get the Dr Pepper order (we had about 80 cases). We got a nice straight trip with a wonderful driver, and we got to ride in a Chrysler 300. Nice ride! It was a "Luxury" cab. Like the driver said, she only lives once and she really wanted it. She was a wonderful woman and I was thrilled to arrive in a nice ride. Normally, we get either a white "Short bus", a Ford Windstar, or a Dodge Ram SR5 minivan. Very rarely we'll ride in a sedan cab, a basic 4-door model. Once, we got to ride in a nice SUV.
So, we got out and went into work. Got the soda. Everything was good except it was stacked too high for Ron. I was really tired (cats howling outside the window, I think they made kittens last night, or would have if they weren't fixed), but I wasn't dizzy. Normally I can't do a lot of lifting or exertion with a sudden stop or I get really dizzy. Today, I wasn't having that problem so I helped Ron get the sodas down. Because of his stroke, his right arm is totally useless once you get it above shoulder level. I took down over half the pallet of soda, rotated the older stock, and stocked the new soda first, old soda on top. It's called FIFO - first in, first out. By the time I got dizzy, all the wierd layers (3 sodas to a layer, mixed layers) were all put away. I was able to tell Ron, this layer is 7UP, this is Diet Dr, these are Dr. Easy for him.
Snacks didn't need much work, so then I helped Ron put away sandwiches and sodas. I was a lot of help today, he said, and I don't remember what-all I did.
Pickup time arrives and I'm out there. We got a really nice driver who took us to the bank. Ron needed to make a deposit. We did that. Roderick, our favorite teller since Robin moved, was back. He'd eaten some bad sushi on Sunday.
Our next driver was early but we didn't complain, we basically got a straight trip to Walmart. Yay! I finally deposited my birthday check. Ron found out, surprise, they cancelled his appointment. It looked like we'd be stuck at Walmart for almost 4 hours, waiting to be picked up.
UGH. I was so tired I wanted to cry. I ate my burgers and took my Lithium while Ron promised he'd get me home as soon as he could.
"Yeah, right." I thought. I bought a few things I needed and checked out. I headed over to the bench where I leave Ron.
The guy who brought us to Walmart was waiting to take us home! A STRAIGHT TRIP. Oh, what a gift from God.
I came home, collapsed, and just now woke up. I needed that nap. I still feel dead.
Speaking of dead, our microwave outlet is out. It's not the microwave, it's the outlet. Ron checked and it has current going to the outlet. I asked Ron, could we just change out the outlet? He says no, he wants an electrician. I understand but I hate the idea of paying someone hundreds of dollars to do a 10 minute job.
Hopefully, Ron thinks, we can get someone out soon. Neither of us feels easy sleeping with a bad outlet in the house.
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