Sunday, August 16, 2020

Stain, stain, stain

My weekend job has become staining or painting. First I painted the plywood on the bar in the bonus room. DH thought that since we are using rough cut, some live edge, boards (not kiln dried) they will probably shrink and show gaps, so it will show dark behind, if it does. I painted both sides.

 We needed more stain so we drove into town lumber store and got a gallon of stain. We also stopped at the grocery store for some ice cream bars and cat food (more on that later).

He had cut all these boards and I had to stain each one. There were like 60 of them.
Took me most of the afternoon, though I did take about an hour break in between.

Yesterday morning, while drinking my coffee, I checked my mom's investment account. Of course the value is always changing up and down with the market, but with what that is now showing, her checking and savings, and CD, she is over a million dollars now. Pretty nice. Almost a year ago now is when SB was telling me she only had like 10 years of money left. So now she has 9 years, LOL. It wasn't that hard to figure out that even though she's taking draws, her huge principal is still earning - A LOT - and she's not going to run out of money in the next 10, now 9 years.

I think I'm going to have to change her mailing address with her health insurance plan to mine. Of course they keep mailing explanation of benefits for each dr. visit. She just does not understand what they are and of course forgets what I told her about them. I have explained them to her 3 times on the phone now. Explained that she's been to see a dr. 5 times now so they have to send one of these for each visit, just to let her know they paid the claim, etc. Even DH is tired of hearing me explain it to her. He suggested just having the mail for it come here. I had called the insurance company after the second one, to see if they offer paperless EOB's but was told no.

I'd best get outside this morning and water flowers. It's going to be almost 100 today.

Oh - the cat. We have a black cat who has been around here at night the past week. DH has seen him a few times. Our neighbors have seen him a couple of times. Our game camera keeps seeing him around our back laundry door/back patio areas. The next nearest neighbors are over a mile away so if he belongs to any of them he's a long way each night. He's probably a stray someone dumped. So, I bought a small bag of cat food and put some out by the back laundry room door, just in case he's hungry. It doesn't look like he ate any. DH hasn't looked at the game camera yet to see if he stopped by.

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  1. You probably should change that mail to your address. There is a reason you have legal power, so it is not like you are hiding things from her. It is nice of you to put out cat food, but you will likely draw raccoons or other animals you do not want gravitating to your house, drawn by a free meal.

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    1. that's why we put out game camera to see. If we see something else coming by, we'll take the food away.

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    2. I wish I had had a game camera at my house, especially when I had chickens.

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    3. DD got it for DH as a xmas gift and it's gotten quite a bit of use around here.

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  2. My mother is stone deaf. I had to change her phone number to mine because the doctor's office keeps trying to check on her and she says some pretty inappropriate things when she's frustated. The last episode they finally got her to understand that they were the oncologist's office and that she needed to go and have more blood work done. Her reply, "Don't worry, I s#!T every day," and she hung up. Mom still drives even though I beg her PCP to have her evaluated. He claims he does that every six months. I feel like I have a two year old who is licensed to drive.

    Good luck!

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    1. oh you must be frustrated and worried! I am so glad my mom doesn't drive now. My grandma was deaf/had hearing aid and I remember it was so frustrating trying to talk to her on the phone. Honestly, I'd rather repeat myself at normal talking voice a hundred times to my forgetful mom then when I had to scream into the phone so my grandma could hear me.

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