Unavoidable

We never really got the expected rain.  We have more spring showers, a little bit of thunder and lightning, a few inches of rain perhaps, but nothing major or severe. 

Houston, at the end of it, has a spectacular flood control system that does a very good job 99.999% of the time.  The other .001, it's unavoidable. 

Speaking of unavoidable, my depression is still pretty bad.  I got up, did my God Time, and took my shower, even shaving my legs.  That took a while. 

I've spent most of the day trying not to worry about all the things I could worry about.  I am having mixed results with my needlework, Torbie likes to attack the yarn as I draw it out of the skein and incorporate it into the fabric.  She's been sitting on it and biting it as it comes out. 

Apparently, her previous caretaker played "get the string" with her.  That's a game you'll never find at a knitter or crocheter's house. 

It did bring back memories of other cats as I pulled the yarn, incorporating it into my afghan, encountering the odd slobbery section. 

Ron is in fine form today.  We got a letter from the HOA (homeowners association) about the gate.  They don't like it.  I told him and he blew up.  He had a tantrum and then he turned it on me because I "made suggestions". 

I'm sorry, I thought that's what people did in a relationship.  Make suggestions and help each other out, when they have troubles. 

We really don't want to annoy the HOA.  They have the power to come along and nitpick every little issue about our house.  [shudder]  One of the things on my worry list, actually. 

Ron is actually stalking them, asking for suggestions on how to build the perfect, non-offensive, gate.  He mentioned (as I suggested :p) he has a partially paralyzed right arm and needs the gate that way so he can open it.  He does. 

Ron, for all intents and purposes, was blinded, lost half his hearing, half paralyzed, and was thrown off a cliff.  You can't out cripple him.  The only other blind people I've met in wheelchairs were legally blind.  They could see, some.  Ron can't see a bit. 

To modify what I said the other day, I don't feel Ron requires a lot of help at home, but he requires a tremendous amount of help at work. 

Speaking of help, Torbie has decided to sit on my afghan while I watch TV.  That makes it a little hard to finish it! 

I am pretty sick of the colorway by now.  I'll be glad to finish it and I have no desire to keep it. 

I just wish I could get rid of this headache.