Rant ahead, possibly ageist; read at your own risk

[vanillafluffy]

Ahab has the attention span of a fruit fly. He channel surfs incessantly. Click, click, click, pause for ten seconds, click, pause, click, click click...PICK ONE, I want to scream. Stick with something! No, I didn't mean NASCAR.

He also dials the heat up to a sultry 80F, which I find intolerable. I am engaged in passive-aggressive war over the thermostat. Sweaters, man! Try them! Don't just sit around in your light-weight cotton shirt-sleeves and whine that you're cold.

Do I sound heartless? Sorry, but I don't give a fuck. I live in a house with NO heat save for space heaters, I've routinely survived 50-something indoor temps, 80 degrees, FFS? Is ridiculous.

He got it into his head that he wanted shrimp scampi. I went to Publix to get shrimp, only to discover that the sale advertised in flyer he had didn't start til the next day. So I went back the next day---with him, after his 9:30 AM doctor's appointment. Shopping with said fruit fly...not fun.

And may I just say, I don't even *LIKE* shrimp? These, especially, looked like they'd grown up in the recent gulf oil spill. So basically, I was cooking it for him, not us. The recipe was from Rachel Ray (whom I also don't like, perky little foodie wannabe), and the instructions called for heating a pan on high heat until water vaporized, adding oil, then garlic and crushed red pepper 'until fragrant'.

Until the smoke alarm goes off, is more like it. I ended up dumping the pan in the sink and bolting out the back door and yarking up bile on the patio.

When I could breathe again (not exaggerating, that was a truly toxic combo), I went back and started over. Lower heat, slower cooking time, Ahab said it was good, which may have saved his life, by that point, and tried to get me to have some. No fucking way.

Mind you, it hasn't been ALL bad. I've gotten to drive Ahab's car, which is quite nice (2009 Hyundai with all the amenities), and I didn't miss the season two premiere of Justified, which was---*flails*. I now completely understand what that reviewer meant when they described Mags Bennett as the love-child of Tony Soprano and Paula Dean. Wow! (And hopefully next week, we get more Boyd. I heart Boyd.)

Tomorrow I'm home again, thank your Mother/Father God.

I'll be off to bed in a little bit...as soon as I trip the thermostat.
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Comments

[gwylliondream.livejournal.com]

It's all good!

[vanillafluffy.livejournal.com]

Icon lust!

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[foreverhermit.livejournal.com]

I DVR'd 2 episodes of Justified - the season premiere and another one after that. Haven't had a chance to watch them, but I'm hoping to rectify that tomorrow.

And I have NEVER understood cranking the heat up that high. Put on some clothes, for cryin' out loud.

[vanillafluffy.livejournal.com]

They run the same ep back to back on the day it broadcasts; odds are unless NEO Bright House does something off-the-wall, that's what you've got.

Put on some clothes, for cryin' out loud.

That's another thing: When I'm home, I'm usually dressed minimally or not at all as long as the temp is above 70. Wearing clothes in that hot-house was really irksome.
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[foreverhermit.livejournal.com]

Re: Justified... That's what I thought, at first, too. The 9PM episode said Season Premiere. The one following it at 10, though, had a different description (which I can't recall at the moment), so I figured I'd play it safe and record 'em both.

[pwcorgigirl.livejournal.com]

I wondered what you'd been up to, m'dear. You are a saint for babysitting the addled elderly and especially for cooking something you can't stand to eat. *hugs*

I've been recuperating from having my gall bladder removed Monday morning(laprascopic surgery is a walk in the park compared to other things I've had done in the past) and have been off work all this week. Get to dive back into the divine craziness bright and early Tuesday morning, though. :D

[vanillafluffy.livejournal.com]

Oh sweetie, I'm so sorry! I hope you feel better soon! And here's praying that the ecclesiatical craziness isn't too-too.

Sainthood apparently isn't sufficient; I'm told that the family will be hiring a "real" nurse, and I need not return. I don't know WHY I'm not good enough, but I'm really upset (as it was arranged behind my back) and trying to swallow a big-girl pill so I can deal with the news.

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[pwcorgigirl.livejournal.com]

Well, that sucks. If it's any consolation, it's probably that his insurance will pay for a "real nurse" and not for the home assistance you've been providing. {{{hugs}}} The family may come to rue that decision, since a lot of "real nurses" are not allowed to do anything housekeeper-like for their charges. I had a friend who did home nursing for the elderly, and she was kind-hearted enough to do laundry for her patients, but had to be careful that her employers never found out.

I actually feel better, except for the sore spots, without a gall bladder. It was causing me a lot of trouble and I'd been mis-diagnosed with gastric reflux because of it. So I no longer have to take a medication for something I don't have! :)

[vanillafluffy.livejournal.com]

Yay for dispensing with unnecesary meds. Hope it's smooth sailing from here on. Heard yesterday that T (widower of Susie) is having gallbladder troubles. Luckily, he has good insurance!)

No houssekeeping? *laughs hysterically* Oh, won't THAT be a monkey wrench! He doesn't cook---makes cereal in the morning, that's all---but is too lazy or spoiled to even make a sandwich for lunch, and FORGET about turning on the stove! Although I had the impression they were contacting Granny Nannies, who are more generral-purpose....
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[pwcorgigirl.livejournal.com]

If T. has to have his gallbladder out, he'll need someone to stay with him the first couple of days even if they do the lap surgery. Bending over is pretty much impossible at first and getting up from a low seat is no fun whatsoever for the first two days. And they don't let you drive until four days after the surgery.

The Padre has been quietly driving me crazy, because he calls every couple of days to make sure I'm really coming back to work on Tuesday. Miss V., who usually keeps him in line when I'm not there, was also in the hospital for surgery on her hand, so I bet the office looks like a tornado hit it. :D

[karaokegal.livejournal.com]

Wow! You're probably handling it about 100% better than I would.

[vanillafluffy.livejournal.com]

Moot point---Saturday morning, I was told that the family is going to hire a professional.

For the record, I think I was doing a pretty good job, but hey, whatever.

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