My sweet friend, Carol of Quilted Fabric Art send me some medicine. Quilted fabric art! LOL.
So appropriate, the light at the end of the tunnel! Although she noted that sometimes that light is the freight train about to hit you.
It has been almost 6 weeks since the water rose. I am starting to think again. However, the exhaustion is still there and I have lost another 5 pounds even though I have been eating terribly. There is no way you can have control over what you eat when you have no refrigerator. I never thought about how important a fridge is, I have always had one at my beck and call.
Some days I don't even see a vegetable.
I still can't spell refrigerator, I keep putting a d in there.
Now that I have the CRV I can put the dogs into the garage crates and do a daily grocery run. Admittedly I would do it every day, but I can at least do it several times a week and get healthier food. the slow cooker (thanks Christa) and the steamer (thanks Charlene) and the garage (thanks construction crew) will all come together and produce amazing food!
I need to show you the office Frank created for himself in the garage. It just looks cozy with my bedroom lamp in there. And it gets him away from the general chaos of thee camper.
We are heading out for some R&R with a friend from New Orleans who had 4 feet of water plus wind damage after Katrina. Her daughter is in the Masters of Music program at LSU. Vivian just completed training at the Boston Conservancy in operatic voice. She is an amazingly gifted young woman.
McGee is a runner. Plain and simple. He doesn't leave, but he gets out constantly. It is just luck that he hasn't left yet. While my life would be simpler with just the two "good" dogs, I really don't want the heartache of losing that idiot. I kinda like him after all this time.
And I have a lot of hard work invested in him.
I bought some pvc pipe to strengthen the pig wire at the camper where there is nothing to tie it to. And I drilled holes with the drill we borrowed from Andrew last night to tie the bucket to the fence and the poles.
You know, they call it pig wire because it is used to keep pigs in. He looks like a little pig, and he eats like a pig, so I don't know why it isn't sufficient to keep McGee in.
I am really hoping the light at the end of that tunnel is NOT a freight train, but I am thinking it just might be a big one!