Wednesday afternoon

I fixed my wish list, it should work now.  I find it funny just how much of it is cat stuff. 

Ron woke up, wanted to eat, asked (!) for his B vitamin and took it with no complaint.  He did accept my offer of a drink after dry swallowing the tablet (pineapple soda).  His mood does seem better taking the B's and he is less belligerent and more reasonable. 

We just got a bill for $100 for an iron infusion last year - they billed Medicare $3K for it and then adjusted it downward leaving us with $100 due after we copaid some hundreds last year.  Ron: "What a rip!"  I am inclined to agree. 

And he could just take an iron tablet every day.  She said it would work but would take longer. 

I fixed his breakfast bowl - that might be interesting to you, the food I have for him in the fridge and freezer: cheese sticks, hard boiled eggs, fruit cups, a couple kinds of burritos, chicken and sausage gumbo, breakfast bowls (we both like those) - the kind with eggs, sausage, bacon, potatoes, and cheese; Backyard BBQ TV dinners (rib patty, corn, sauce, and potatoes), etc. 

He prefers processed food "Because it always tastes the same" which has become very important to him now.  I'm more free spirited when I cook "Let's throw some rosemary in with that chicken today" and Ron usually likes what I fix but wants the identical recipe next time. 

I am really happy he is taking the B vitamins and hope he keeps it up.  He was awake when I woke up this morning and we interacted for a while before I went back to sleep.  He was asleep when I got up and I didn't bother him.  He heard me awake when he got up - I was making enough noise he knew I was up, but not enough to wake him - and that's when he wanted the vitamin, etc. 

I told him his other option with the vitamin would be an infusion and he was not wild about the idea.  Biscuit wants some wet food.  He settled for dry. 

I feel bad for him, I know how much it sucks when I see delicious, decadent chocolate and I can't eat it - and I understand why (week long migraine).  I can't imagine being tempted by all this delicious wet food and not allowed to eat it.  He doesn't get it; it will give him stones and then, if he's lucky, he wakes up in a cage with a catheter and a cone on his head. 

He wasn't like this with the dry but Doc says wet food for Spotty - she really doesn't like dry food at all if possible - so everyone's eating wet.  I am going to take care of ALL the babies, it is just an adjustment period. 

None of the cats except Mama and Cleo need a nail trim.  Cleo would be impossible.  She is only going in for severe injury/illness, and vaccines.  Anything but shots she would have to be sedated.  Mama can tag along with Spotty if she doesn't want me doing her nails.  BUT she may have found her own solution, I have a cardboard scratcher I put up on a box in the computer room, it bridges between a box and the loveseat, and she has gotten up there several times hauling away at the scratcher.  So she may have found her own solution.  I would really rather she do her own nails. 

It was a nice day and I managed to get some housework done before Ron got up.  I decided to take a nap, I laid down and right as I was falling asleep #6 was out there fighting with her trash cans.  SIX kids and not one of them will help?   That is f*cked up. 

I was thinking about this later, but we kids did so much yard work, just OUTSIDE chores, taking out the trash, mowing the yard, raking leaves, weeding, helping my Dad with outdoor projects, etc. from the time I was about 10 until I moved out - we did so much for my parents that they hired a yard guy to replace us after the last one moved out! 

That is not counting inside chores, doing the dishes, laundry, folding clothes and putting them by everyone's door, vacuum, clean the bathrooms, etc.  And that was just expected. 

When I left home I was getting $15 a month allowance.  I was told I earned it with my chores.  She was making car insurance payments for her kids, etc. but I got the $15. 

She took half my birthday money every year and "put it in savings".  I should have had around $500  in there, but when she gave me access to my account when I started working it had about $80.  You can bet I closed that account the minute I could and opened one in my name only. 

But I have always expected kids to help their parents out with chores, things like taking the trash out, putting away the can, yard work, cleaning, etc.  I am always very surprised when I find a family that does not do that. 

And I imagine what a rude shock for the kids when they are out on their own and have to do it for themselves. 

So I was awake now, I got up, thought about it for a while and decided I would walk over to the gas station.  According to my cell phone it is about a fifteen minute walk each way.  It is not too bad for footing, even though parts of the walk are not paved. 

I got my stun gun and headed out.  It was a nice day, clear, sunny, a little cold but not bad.  I was comfortable in my sneakers, t-shirt, jeans, and hoodie. 

I got 2 big cups from Stripes, they hold 2 quarts and are perfect for making a Crystal Light or similar 2 quart drink mix.  I also got a "banana pudding" that does not have any banana in it, but is a good vanilla pudding + whipped cream confection that does not provoke a migraine.  I had one empty cup, one cup with soda, and I decided to get an iced coffee. 

The total for everything was about $6.  I don't think the cashier charged me for the second cup, as it was empty.  I sat down, relaxed for a little bit, looked at Facebook. 

I joined a cat group recently and that place is jumping.  Even at 2 AM today.  I ate my pudding and drank the coffee (not very good) and headed home. 

I arrived home, talked to Ron, so far so good.  Then he called me to help him, he was confused.  I find that upsetting but he was easily sorted out.  He is drinking right now, I would really rather he didn't but

and there goes Mama Cat on her "new" scratcher.  Good girl.  Sharpen those nails.  I hate to see a cat get stuck on something and they are swaying and yanking... it's awful.  And then poor Cleo freaks if I move toward her when she's like that.  I would just free her but she panics.  Poor baby. 

My former feral has made really good progress, though, and I am very proud of her.  Yay me I already did the litter boxes so I am done with that for the day. 

I felt bad for the trash guys, I didn't take the can out last week - sick - and it was really heavy this week, but they managed just fine.  I can't give them a big tip this year but I think I will see if I can round up a few $5's for them. 

We work tomorrow but not a marathon day like Monday.  I blew out my candles when I went out but I think I will light them again. 

And I may add a few things to the wish list.  I don't EXPECT anything, but if you want to send something I will take it and put up a photo. 

If I can help it at all I am NEVER doing ads here so you won't have to worry about that.