...laundry room door to the garage split on its hinged side! So last night we ordered a door from Lowe's online for curbside pick up. And today I called to verify it was there since yesterday they were saying to check back because they were oh so busy or some such words!
So when Hubby went there today they brought the last door out of the kind we needed... and it was slightly damaged. Solid core six-paneled 32" X 80". And Hubby was angry that they tried to sneak it past him... the fellow said that Hubby could go up to the Venice store and get it, only a thirty-mile round trip. Hubby declined that idea, so the salesman said how about a 10% discount, and Hubby did go into the store and asked for 15% and they agreed.
After Hubby stops at the grocery, he will be on his way home. He had called me in the interim to let me know what was going on, saying that paint might be all the door needs.
Again, I am so happy that Hubby can do it all! He had even built our five bedrooms three baths Bi-level home in NJ that we moved from to Florida back in 1986. Our home had been built in 1977-78 in winter! He did the blueprints from his eight years of drafting, he was the building contractor... also doing our heating and septic system and bathrooms, and kitchen plumbing as well all from being an apprentice plumber while a college student! Eight years later we had sold the home for triple what it cost to build.
Yesterday, Hubby even re-foamed the area of the pipes, from the washer-dryer going into the garage and added in nailed to the wall hardware cloth since our rodent is the too smart kind that ripped through the foam twice! He foamed the hardware cloth as well. Making the critter either stuck on one side or the other with baited live catchers on either side.
Moving on...
I have gotten my date for my nuclear stress test: https://www.mayoclinic.org/tests-procedures/nuclear-stress-test/about/pac-20385231#:~:text=A%20nuclear%20stress%20test%20uses%20radioactive%20dye%20and,poor%20blood%20flow%20or%20damage%20in%20your%20heart. as of the middle of next month, only due to my dental appointment already being scheduled for the tenth that the cardiologist's office wanted to give to me. This doctor is quite young but has done heart transplants while working in Miami! So for my simple not too bad bradycardia, he knows his stuff. Dr. Hundae is the one who helped me gain surgical clearance for my gallbladder surgery last month. He gave me his in-house cardiogram as well as an echo too!
Fitting me in the day before I was to have that surgery! He also visited me in the hospital this past Friday when they admitted me for observation due to left-sided chest pains and also did a ton of tests until he gave them the okay to send me home. He stated with his visit to the hospital that I should call this week to make that appointment for the stress test.
Moving way on...
Our Mini-me governor has done it again, embarrassing us with his ridiculous hateful choice of ordering all flags be at half-staff due to the death of Rush Limbaugh!
Who was a misogynous, narcissistic, racist, and anti-Semite!
Just like the other guy he worships, our so-called X-president!
All I can say once more is I DID NOT VOTE FOR HIM!!! AND EVERYONE PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE VOTE HIM OUT IN THE 2022 ELECTION COMING UP!!!
And so we must go for now...
I am called Aussie because my Mom asked a sixteen-year-old girl, who had been looking at me, in the crate at the adoption site that day what she thought I should be named. And without a second thought, the teenager had said, Aussie! She was just looking, by the way,... so Mom did not steal me from her.
We never did find out the girl's name, and Mom liked the name Aussie too. We have since found out that it is a very common name, but it is still just right for me! My parents think that I am uncommon though,...some might say even unique! I do like that.
I am an Australian Shepherd. Here is an interesting factoid I was supposed to be a miniature Australian Shepherd but,...as you might know, I AM NOT! Although I am now three years old, so I am the baby, though tipping the scales around seventy pounds, HA! A very big one!
I was three months old when Mommy and Daddy adopted me. I had been taken out of a hoarder's home in the Carolinas with my litter. Below is my new PIC that had been taken on the birthday that I share with my Dad, but Dad is much, much older than me!!! I was the first to be adopted, February 16, 2018, his brother's birthday.
And please don't forget me, I am Chance a Bichon Frise! I am six years old, so they think, and the eldest, and I like getting up early with Mom and Aussie. Bella sleeps in with Dad, till after seven! I enjoy a good tug-of-war on the ropes that Dad had twisted for Aussie and me, and sometimes even Bella plays too! I was the last to be adopted on January 23, 2020.
I was wandering the neighborhood for days and then saw Aussie and Bella in their living room window so I hung out there... The Animal Welfare League checked me out and kept me for sixteen days until I was allowed to be adopted. Good evening?
Now my name of Chance is because I was given another chance, could be only the second one or perhaps more... The animal control lady came out to see if I had a chip with her machine, and Dad told her that he wanted to name me Chance. His reason being, that if no one claimed me I want to give him a second chance! So that is how I got the name Chance!
Easy as Aussie, Bella, Chance, now you got it!
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