Wet Vacs rule!

The days are getting prettier outside. Warm air, blue skies and not a hint of the humidity yet to come. These are the days of perfect weather, that I wish would stay with me. Not too warm, not too cool, just right.

I have had a hard time getting thoughts together to write. I have been trying to pull some memories out and I feel like everything I think of I have already written. I wish there was a way to print the blog out a page at a time and not have the stuff on the side there. I would like to make it a booklet to reread.

Can't say I am sure why, but I am finding myself much more sensitive to the tv shows recently. More so than in the last few months. I cry when sad things happen, I cry when happy things happen, I cry at the stupid commercials that talk about life insurance. Many of things I can't even watch, I change the channel when a guy gets intubated (the tube in his mouth) or when they mention that someone had a heart attack or even just the dog had died. There seem to be less and less shows that I can watch without pain involved. I don't understand it. I also am not fighting it and I am thinking the tears are just a step up to the next plateau. They really only occur in the evenings when I am home alone and missing Jim the most.

To change the subject - thank god for wet-vac's. My basement flooded last night and it was a nasty mess. It had something to do with the hot water heater but I am not sure what. Anyway while talking to my brother he mentioned if I had a wetvac to use that to clean the water up. Eureka! I had completely forgotten we had one. See, this was the kind of mess where I was just the 'hand me this' 'get me that' person and Jim did the actually figuring out of what to do. I am happy to say that I knew some of what to do before I called my brother, but thank god he reminded me of the wetvac. I knew just where it was and how to use it, but had just forgotten something that Jim would have gone straight for.