Thursday morning

Ron was delighted when he processed the fact I cancelled our ride to work.  I did not want him riding drunk, I did not want him working drunk, I did not want a late cancellation. 

Ron got up and pretty much went straight to drinking.  [facepalm]  He needs structure, it seems like he will just go for a days long drunk if he doesn't "have" to go somewhere.  I will talk to him about this.  Sometimes I would like to stay at home without worries about him drinking. 

He made (I believe, and will check) trips for tomorrow, as we need to make a deposit to cover sales tax.  No, he did not.  He has about 7 hours. 

But he went pretty much right to drinking without even asking how I felt.  Dale Carnagie always said you had to make people feel important if you wanted to keep them in your life.  Ron does not understand that.  Drunken blubbering how much he "needs" me does not count. 

I went out on the porch and found Mama cat and the kittens.  I fed them (Spot is meowing at me now, but he still won't let me pet him), and watched Mama watch her babies eat before she ate.  I went in and told Ron about it, that really struck him what a good mother this cat is, and how we would both like to add her to the family.  I don't think it will be easy, though. 

Ron was on a real downhill slide, he was already pretty drunk when he started and I was feeling like a trapped rat.  I decided to take a walk. I brought my stun gun, keys, and phone.  I wore my walk shorts, they have plenty of pockets and are great for walking, Academy sports store brand.  I had my sneakers and socks of course, a cheap bra, and a microfiber tshirt.  All black except for my socks.  I brushed my teeth and hair, because you never know who you will run into. 

I headed out, first some time with Mama petting her and admiring her babies.  I don't want to keep the kittens but they are adorable, someone will snatch them up.  I headed off. 

I saw two SUV's parked at the park, they were empty.  I believe sometimes people meet their drug dealers in the park, or funny business encounters, I don't get why someone would drive to the park to meet people or even just sit there idling like some sort of creepy stalker.  You can see why I bring my stun gun.  But these were empty and I saw people moving around the park. 

The park is long and skinny, on the bayou, we have a walking path about 3/4 of a mile long.  Usually I have it to myself, I like to walk in the afternoon.  But it was already bright, sunny, hot,and humid, not a good recipe for later.  Better to to it now, plus the whole "trapped rat" thing. 

I started my walk.  The first lap was pretty uneventful until I saw the pit bull, it was obviously someone's pet, a big, solid, dog.  I couldn't help but think how much it would like to eat the kittens I had at home.  It was watching me with interest.  I took out the stun gun.  It ran off, in front of me, I kept walking.  It apparently thought I was "chasing" it so it ran out of the park entirely and down a side street.  Good riddance.  If you're going to own a big,vicious, dog you need to CONFINE it.  You can't let it run loose terrorizing people. 

I did my second lap.  I was feeling pretty good, I was working, it was hot and humid.  I was thinking I should have taken my salt tablet before I left but I was pretty desperate to get out.  I finished up and walked home. 

Cleo (calico kitten) was sleeping in the chair on the porch when I got home, but she spooked when she saw me.  I am glad they are not trusting because I have some very bad neighbors who would hurt them.  Who would take satisfaction in doing it.  Spot was under the chair with Mama, he is a mama's boy.  Mama came out and I petted her for a while before I went in. 

I was dreading what I would find.  I had been gone about 45 minutes.  Ron had been in pretty bad shape when I left. 

I found him slumped over in his wheelchair, drooling profusely.  I (ick) fastened the seatbelt and got drool all over my hands, which I washed off.  He is literally making a puddle on the floor.  But he is snoring peacefully and he can't fall now.  He is at an angle where I think he would have fallen but for the seatbelt.  He can remove the belt when he is sober enough to do so. 

So I can forget about him for a while.  He is snoring, pretty much behind me several feet. 

I put the stun gun on to charge, I am about due to do it.  It needs an hour once a month.  I was glad I had it with me in the park this morning, it affects my confident level and the scent I emit.  So less likely to have problems with animals or people. 

Some of my purchases are due to come today.  That will be interesting.  I think the kettle bell and the chalk.  The light kettlebell (5#) and the chalk.  Good.  I noticed my grip was getting slippery the other day in the garage, with the 30#.  I almost lost my grip on it and sent it flying.  I think the chalk will help with that.  It is powder in a bag so I just squeeze to coat my hands.  I will probably only need this during the height of summer or if I work out in the afternoon when the garage is hot. 

Everything else (my big 35# bell, and Ron's fridge for soda) comes tomorrow.  I will have to leave a treat in the mailbox for my carrier. 

The inside cats are good, Biscuit gave me several massages during my migraine.  He is very thoughtful.  Torbie is still upset I had her claws trimmed but it slowly creeping back into bed with me.  Baby Girl is her usual self. 

I am going to relax for a little bit before I take a shower.  I also need to take the stun gun off the charger in about 20 minutes.