A Foul Mood

Psalm 91:11 For he shall give his angels charge over you, to keep you in all your ways

A small garden harvest – it’s a beginning. I’m new to this.

Mike went to lunch with the guys today, and I met up with 2 of the wives. We had a good visit and a good meal.

I got home, Mike had just arrived before me, and I had him go to the pharmacy with me to get his meds – we got home again, and while Mike read, I cleaned a section of the garage and got it ready for another set of shelves.

I had barely sat down, and Mike decided we needed to go to Post Falls to get his hearing aids checked out (they weren’t working properly) On the way home he asked for a milkshake and I said sure. We went to Baskin-Robbins and I got each of us a large strawberry shake.

Mike was reading, things have been good, and he looks at me and asks, “Who says I have to be at this house place 3x a week?” I told him the doctor did. He then snarled, “I’m socialized enough! I don’t need that place. Why am I there?” I told him at the initial time of starting, he was sleeping all the time and the doctor felt he would be better there. He yelled, ” I have no control of my life!! None at all! I don’t like this!” I just sat there as he raged on and on about how unfair it all is. I didn’t say anything, I let him vent. Then he began to yell that he has no where to work on his sculptures. I told him Robert has a place for you, he showed it to you on Tuesday. Mije didn’t believe me, and he went out to the shop to see for himself. He didn’t remember how Robert had fixed it for him. Mike turned to me and said it’s to d@mned hot to work in here! I told him that’s why Robert put a fan next to the table, and he put a stereo radio for you to listen to. Mike glared at me and went back to the house.

When we got inside, I told Mike I was going to take a shower, he said, “Fine! I’m going to watch TV. ”

As he headed to the family room, I went upstairs to shower. As I was drying off I heard the front door close, and Mike’s shuffling gait in the entry. I asked, “Mike, are you looking for me?” He snapped at me, “Yes! Where the h€ll have you been?” I reminded him I took a shower and he was unhappy with me. (sigh) I finally told him I was going to bed and went upstairs.

Published by motherpooh

I am a Mom and a Grandma. I like photography, genealogy, scrapbooking, canning, and gardening

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