Whittaker!

 Where are you?

Did I not purchase you when I ordered your friend Paisley?

I thought I did, but won't place any bets.

For my four to five hours at the hospital Thursday, I plan to take a small project to work on during the resting phases.  I could do the black Stonestreet I showed, BBD's red A Little Bit French, or outline Paisley and complete fill in, no chart needed.  That would be best I think.

Carole's bathroom's sliding barn door installation from the carpenter that worked in our home previously, requires a bit of revision from us.  At least he called three times the next day to say the job is bothering him.  We told him we'll fix a few things, but the saw cut that went awry will have to stay.  It was the best option for expanding the opening to accommodate her chair.

She's getting her power chair tomorrow.  If the afternoon's echocardiogram shows the defibrillator isn't necessary, she thinks she's coming home in a week.  I plan to call and talk to the supervisor, and tell them not to allow release until she has OT to use the fricking bathroom.  

The background issue was moved again (continued) to mid December so this failure to resolve is a huge hint that this involves our court system.  And every appearance requires more money.  We aren't the participants.  The entire situation has made a ridiculous scenario at Carole's and she (wanting control as always) is trying to get home ASAP to give orders.  She is completely oblivious to the obstacles and clutter in her home, thinking she could do as she did before losing legs.

Well I've really gone on a ramble.  Maybe that bag of Nickles Donut Fair glazed twirls contributed.  Oh my goodness, those little suckers just melt in your mouth.

I plan to focus my crabassiness on the time change, ignore the rest.  Not the donuts though.

Hope you had a nice weekend!!

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