So far today I’ve listened to the History channel, put a load of laundry in the washer, scanned and emailed a document, ate three big stuffed olives for lunch, tipped over on the couch and fell asleep and have gone to the potty about six times, so far.

Now I’m going to put the clothes in the dryer, check the weather radars, again, then wait for Corona o’clock. And hopefully the storm will arrive. Puppy wants in, zero patience there. Best get busy, catch ya later.

Well I’ve been sitting on the couch, as I do every day, all day anymore. Damn MS anyway. The guilts did inspire me to put stew meat in the crockpot. The only thing I found in the fridge to add was an onion that was getting to the slimy stage. Peeled off the top three layers cut it into quarters, put it in the pot. It’s been so long since I made stew I’m not sure if onion even belongs. If I wheelchair my way to the garage I might find a tater or two. For the life of me I don’t know why the spuds can’t be in the house. If only I had some carrots and celery. This might be the most boring stew ever. I went to the garage and found a bag of little russets to use. Things are looking up.

Looks like the hanging flower baskets could be taken down. They are looking bad. Just received a winter storm warning for tomorrow and Wednesday. Today may be the last semi decent day. Arg.

Back in the house; I should have grabbed a not very cold Corona in the garage. I could have put it in the freezer so it would be nice and cold at “it’s five o’clock somewhere”. Catch ya later.

Oh my I have a new puppy and all the joy that will ensue. Crate training, potty training, rescue everything that goes into the mouth and general mayhem. Who’s brilliant idea was this anyway? Don’t get me wrong I love dogs and have had great ones, all before life in a wheelchair I might add.

I’ve named her Kit, I’m pretty sure she’s thinking her name is G.D. Dog, we will get that worked out eventually. Her favorite foods are tiny yard frogs, night crawlers, grasshoppers and what ever flowers are blooming in the pots around the porch. I think she’s a keeper after we get a few bugs worked out. Which brings up today’s project of going to the Veterinarians and picking up some wormer. Oh and ordering a larger kennel, damn these puppies grow fast.

And I thought I had my first real cow dog. Until next time be someone’s hero.

Yesterday was my birthday, I’m officially of the age to apply for social security though I’m not eligible for full benefits for another 5 and 1/2 years. Do I apply now, take the 25% discount or struggle and hope my one rental property continues to provide income. I best find someone to give me advice.

I’m also waiting on a ruling for social security disability, something has got to give. I’m living on credit cards now and fast approaching my limits. I think I can sell my 14 year old Durango to my sister. That might cover the deliquent property taxes on the rental house. If I loose that property I will be in dire strait’s. I’m finacially and emotionally stuck.

It’s no wonder the suicide rates are high. The waiting, uncertainty and struggle dealing with MS takes its toll on the psychic. I’m going to call the Social Security now and wait on hold until I get disconnected “Again”.

Thirty nine minutes before disconnect this afternoon. I didn’t try again. I decided to go online looking for answers. Ditto my previous suicide statement.

Tomorrow I’m going to a wedding, toast the awesome Mr. and Mrs., and have a great time just my puppy, wheelchair and crippled old me.

Go be someone’s hero.

There’s a bumper crop this year. Unfortunately the weather has been very uncooperative.

Putting up hay has changed a lot in my lifetime. I remember the sicle bar mowers, side delivery rakes, dump rakes, buck rakes and farmhands. We put the hay up loose, had a crew of 4 or 5 extra hired men, plus three or four of us McDonald kids doing the jobs none of the paid guys wanted to. The crews were mainly high school boys from Anaconda, they usually had to leave before we were finished, football practice, leaving the permanent hired man and the family to finish.

August in Montana, it’s dark, cold and it’s looking like snow, not rain, working it’s way across the valley. Maybe it’s the in between sleet. Oh no now thunder and lightning.

Here comes the sleet.