Posted on 10/20/2020 9:33:20 PM PDT by BenLurkin
Thanks!! And you’re mine!
I’ve decided that when I’m done shredding, I’ll get the dishes done up which will give me more room to work. If I have any “oomph” left, I’ll write the box numbers and contents in the book and put as many boxes as I can in the bookcases to get them out of my way. It will give me more room to work. When I’ve emptied one bookcase, I can stack boxes in front of it as well as on the shelves, and maybe then, things won’t seem to overwhelming.
Small steps! It’s like my making all the medical appointments we’ve been putting off ... once you start, you eventually get to the end.
Yes, but I’ve been overwhelmed by just thinking of the start. That’s never happened to me before. So getting this far is very good!
Wellnow.
Dishes are done, and I got a few boxes of fragile irems and photo frames sealed and numbered, and written the little Moving ID book. Seven boxes, so far. (Small ones.)
I will have to build book boxes but I don’t think that will be today. My back is telling me it’s had enough punishment.
Tomorrow is a day of rest, and then Monday I’ll get back on it.
The wind is blowing and it’s very ugly out.
Technical difficulties with our Zoom event, but it’s okay for now.
Josie and Sally are texting me about various things, and Tom passed through and said “You have the most boring hobbies of anyone on earth.”
Sally says we are descendants of President John Adams through my father’s father, back to Thomas Adams, the alcoholic, unsuccessful son.
That’s too bad about the Zoom event.
Tom only said that about your hobbies because he’s not a mother. And you can quote me.
Well, then, if you’re related to John Adams, the chances are good that you and I are related. If that’s the case, I feel sorry for you! LOL!
;oP
The church is going to have to get some equipment and provide training and tech support for this kind of thing, if we’re not going to be allowed to meet in person.
The Fausi Brigade figured we’re all too stupid to figure out how to make these things work, but eventually, we’ll have our church service and choir practice and everything else in spite of what they do.
The Nazis tried to stop worship of all kinds. It’s going to be a little more difficult this time around.
We get to go to Mass, at least, sitting like stumps with masks on, except for a few who are singing. It’s everything else we can’t do “out of an abundance of caution. “
I’m so fed up with masks it’s not even funny. It’s to the point that I often have to be reminded to wear a mask. “Do you have a mask with you?”
Yes, but...
I ran out of steam. I’m going to take my pills and head down the hallway. See you tomorrow!
I hope you have a great night with no interruptions.
Yes. Well. About last night. Favorite Sister I sent me a text saying it was -32° in Minot. Favorite Daughter had complained that morning that they had -2° where she lived in CO, so I sent her the temperature reading from Favorite Sister I. I then sent the same text to Favorite Son who immediately sent a text asking if she had a coat. Favorite Daughter had to voice her indignation that people could possibly live in such harsh conditions, and then asked if I had lived in SD. And then where in SD had I lived and was it cold? (She’s contemplating finding work there.)
I was tired enough and had set the phone volumes down far enough that I didn’t hear her last text come in, for which I was extremely grateful when I woke up this morning.
She does not want to live in South Dakota. I was talking to church friends, back in the beforetimes, who had just moved their daughter out to one of the Dakotas or Montana, where she had gotten a counseling job with the state prison system.
They said every time they mentioned she was just moving there, locals would say, “OMG, really? WHY!?”
You and I know that she doesn’t want to move there, but at the moment, her knee-jerk reaction to the political problems in Coloradistan have her seeking a saner state, politically. Like SD. I lived a scant 60 miles from the ND state line and the fact that Minot is having -32° is not the least bit surprising to me. Three years in total, in cold, snowy places where people bundled up in layers, used crankcase heaters and anit-freeze the likes of which we don’t see down here in warmer climes.
I keep trying to talk her into moving to AR, as the medical fields are wide open. She hasn’t gotten past the politics, yet.
Alabama and Florida are warm. North Carolina is not, at least not this morning. DP finally got up and turned the furnace on.
Pat is off work today and the rest of the week, due to a glitch in “The System” that controls the lives of Walmart employees. He’s going to take his brothers to church this afternoon and then make himself useful to the high school youth group. I told the youth leader that Pat is much better at communicating with earthlings than he used to be. She’s not quite sure how to take me ;-).
Kitteh looks almost pristine!
Good morning.
I have the S-L-O-W-s this morning, which is not surprising, considering the weather and what I did yesterday. The wind is still up, hard enough to drop the wind chill to freezing. I don’t want to go outside. We had a pretty good rain yesterday, just as I was heading for bed, and it sounded nice on the swamp cooler housing.
I need to get some letters written today. And maybe some cards. Although none of the content is going to be worth shouting about.
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