Adult Content; So, a fifty three year old woman running all over rural Nova Scotia looking for a jock strap. Every where I asked, everybody had this stunned look on their face All my will stopped me from saying, use it for a cereal bowl.and moved away, very busy, turned and shook their heads, and kept going. The more frustrating it got, the more determined I got. So, finally, after driving about 150 miles I landed at what we can Canadian Tire, like America's now defunct Eckards, they have everything. So, in goes she. To sporting goods. Find one marked "large". search for xtra large, forgetaboutit. So large and I go to check-out. Cashier asked me "so how big is the little feller this is for? I could not keep a straight face. don't know says i, it's for my Dad. Oh, says she and quickly runs me through. Then I think she watched to make sure I exited the store. Anywho, I get back to nursing home, now doesn't that male nurse have a good old time, watching my face change from pink to red to crimson as he examins it. "Don't need the cup, says he, want it back". "Nope", says I, exiting.
Housing. It seems like a giant pain in my butt. Haven't heard word 1 from lady with the small, overpriced house, close to my son's school. So, I am hanging. I am beginning to think of other options with more freedom, ie. buy a large shed, winterize it, I don't know. I am tired of living in "other people's houses". Can't do this or that, no pets, overly high rents b/c they got in over their heads in the credit crunch. I am still not sure. What If I do the trailer thingy for summer, then take my time figuring it out from there/ Who knows.