Easter Salon

 Thank you all for the kind comments. Honestly, not sure if we are any closer to making decisions in regards to moving...nonetheless, I am so very happy for my friend.

Time: 9 am

Scene: 38* and sunny

Drinking: my first cup of 

with Italian Sweet Cream. Oh my goodness! I forgot to email Robin (so sorry sweet friend!!!)...if anyone is interested Italian Sweet Cream. Just click on that link (Italian Sweet Cream) and it will take you too it.

Listening to...my husband. He is irate over an issue with his mother. Long story short, my employer got the Johnson and Johnson vaccine in and so I made the appointment for them to get it (mil and her husband). Big mistake...because now she is made a mountain out of a mole hill. Bottom line is she called my employer yesterday and last evening. Uhhuh...and it has caused real life problems. My husband thinks its time to have them put in the nursing home. Or her in the crazy house...yes, it's that bad. I have to say, when dealing with dementia and a mentally ill person, it is not fun. I am sadden beyond belief my employer doesn't know me well enough to know the things she says are not true. Maybe they do and that's why I wasn't fired yesterday.

If anyone knows how I can block her from calling certain numbers, please let me know. She has to have the phone for Life Alert.

What's on tap for the day? My husband and son voted that we shall go out for dinner today. So, Applebee's it is. In the 32 years of marriage and 24 of being a mom, we have NEVER EVER gone out for Easter. And you know what, I am ok with it.

Pondering...the next move in regards to my mother in-law and her husband. The courts are still technically closed or backed logged here due to the Pandemic, but we did receive a letter stating we are only allowed to move a 2 hour in either direction (we petitioned it awhile back). 2 HOURS? Seriously. We both are just...done. Done with dealing all this...no help from his/hubby siblings etc...and the situation is only getting worse.

Not meaning to be a downer about above.

It is Easter Sunday...and Easter brings a start of a new season here in the great north. I hope each of you have a lovely Sunday and remember, laughter is the best medicine.

Moving Right Along...

 Please excuse the long absence from blogging...my days have been long and filled with work, work, work...which is making Linda a very dull person to be around...and probably dare say mentally ill to be around.

Speaking of welcoming the month of April...the first day saw a winter storm blow in, but by afternoon the snow was gone. Then yesterday I snapped this on the way to the car at 6:10 am.

It was bitter cold at temps hovering around 8*. I think, if I was being truthful to myself, the weather is also playing a contributing factor in my so called mental status. Plus, I stand at open doors all day long freezing my you know what off.

I get to work and my good friend Wendy flagged me down. Wendy is a sweet lady, she is 60 yrs old and moved here 6 months ago from Virginia to be around her ailing father. She told me she would see me at lunch as she had news.

Yep, she is moving back home to Virginia. She bought a lovely little house in Saltville, Virginia for $89,000. She is not happy here, actually the word hate comes to mind. So, her and her adult daughter and grandbaby will be moving in July. Flabbergasted that she found a house and a 1/4 piece of land for that price...not saying we are moving there, but it sure is inviting. The Shenandoah Valley sure is pretty. Of course, reality hits; another lets keep honest; having guardianship of ones parent is making this very difficult...

ANYWAYS, Saltville is a short drive to TN. However, she will commute to another Walmart from Saltville. I am so happy for her, a little sad because she is moving back home, but I surely understand.

...and will bring at least one more winter storm. Well, folks, another day at work. They wanted me to adapt my hours today to work a 11 hour day, No thanks. I already worked a 41 hour week. It is not my responsibility to fill my position. I have no say in that...if I took that 11 hour shift, it would be put me above 50 hours. No thanks...feeling trapped is the word. 

Have a great folks...see ya on the flip side, wink.