Yesterday I no sooner got home from work and the power went out. It stayed out for approximately 4 1/2 hours. I ended up wondering out to the garden and doing some serious tomato picking. Thinking about making salsa (a lot of it) and freezing. Dave usually does the canning but with his back hurting the way it is don't think he could take on that project. And I don't can. That's a man's job. I'll blanch and feeze...I make batches of things and freeze...but don't think for one minute I even want to know the first thing about canning. Ignorance is bliss. I've been trying like crazy to give away tomatoes but apparently we aren't the only ones with an overabundance of tomatoes. So the salsa think popped into my head and think that just might be my answer. After some time in the garden I wandered back into the house laid down and slept. Slept hard. Woke up hard. Jumped in car and off to cemetery. Home again. Kept thinking of things I needed to do. All needed power. Eventually things were back to normal. Whatever that actually may be....

Mom's now in Eureka. She phoned last night to let us know her bus arrived safely. I had already fallen asleep for the night when she called so all I really remember is that she got there ok. They have a jammed packed couple days planned. Seems like I haven't really acted like a teenager at all while she's been gone. Been pretty much the same old shit. Dave's spends most of the day out in his shop doing what he can without hurting himself to badly and I have worked the last two mornings. Tomorrow will be setting up for Saturday's yard sale. Not looking forward to this at all. Heck of a lot of work. Will probably get with it here in a bit and start sorting through some stuff. We shall see.

My diabetic kitty isn't doing so well. This is so hard on both of us. Stashmo is the youngest of the 5 original cats we brought here when we moved. We have 3 left of the original 5 and he is very ill. It's breaking my heart. He really doesn't act like he is suffering, but his back legs have started to not really work with the rest of his body. He still jumps here and there and I panic everytime he does. It's almost like he doesn't realize how sick he is. He's been very lathargic (sp). He's having a hard time seeing. And drinking tons of water and peeing out of control. We are taking him in to see the vet in the morning. And I don't really know what he is going to say. Terrified of what he is going to say. I'm so not ready to lose another animal right now. I've had so many animal losses since I've been here. You have to do what's right by the animal. You can't be selfish. Why does it have to hurt so damn bad. Just sucks....what to do?