Posted on 02/13/2018 6:45:34 AM PST by Red Badger
I had Zeke taking up space for 40 minutes, then forced myself to go get some yogurt and found that I had enough for a bottle of warm “iced” coffee.
While Zeke was here, he caught me up on all the “news” (which, translated, is “gossip”) about who is moving into which building and when. It would appear that sometime in the next week, Charlie will have five new neighbors. When I tell him who they are, he will jump for joy. Not.
I finally got most of the toiletries from my trip replaced in their original receptacles, so that when my next trip comes up (whenever that may be) they will be ready to be refilled. Yay me.
Zeke doesn’t know when he’s moving, yet, but he doesn’t care. He’s not done stirring things up here. ;o]
No, a girl named Maria who lives about a mile from here. I think Maria is going away to college in the fall, and her parents have said the rats can stay at their house, but they will not take care of them for her. Hence the need for a rat-sitter from August to December.
It’s nice that Zeke has a hobby. James and Vlad are doing end-of-year tests in the unusually peace and quiet. (Girls are at work, Frank and Kathleen at VBS, Pat contemplating calculus, Tom in bed.)
I made an appointment to get two new tires on the van tomorrow morning. The rear ones have almost no tread.
I feel like I’m never going to get all the letters written this week. I try to get them all written on Sundays but I’m still writing, and have one more to go. I write to my son, my Real Brother, my daughter (now that she has moved) and today I’ll start writing to James again, now that he’s married. And now that I have an address for him!
The first letter will contain detailed instructions for laundering the luncheon cloth, of course, and then the news. They’re still at Bryce Canyon, evidently in her family “cabin.” (The size of the cabins there would qualify as mansions, here!)
Oh golly, but I feel washed out. Just about the time I was ready to sleep yesterday, some big truck parked by one of the buildings close by and revved its engine. I’m sure it was doing something, but I saw no evidence of it when I walked to the truck this morning to go to Walmart.
So, now I’ll start my letter to James and Abbie by giving detailed instructions for the laundering of the cloth, including how to get grease stains out. Absolutely fool proof method of that!
Sounds like a plan. I have to leave soon to get the kids from VBS. Then I have to pick Sally up at work. Then I’ll have to take her to the interview for the rat-sitting position.
*FACE PALM*
Repeating myself is not a good sign.
CFIDS is alive and well, and I’m not having fun with it.
Hey, I often don’t remember what I’ve said, either.
Unless you work for the gubmint. Then it's a requirement.
Yourz home is therefore declared a disaster-free zone. Yayyy!
Hopefully, the exchange of anecdotal information eased her transition to a somewhat better place.
Obviously not meant to appropriate the latest fad use of the word “transition” nor an old-fashioned statement that “she’s in a better place.”
At least, I hope.
I am the Queen of Cliches. I appropriate (or misappropriate, as appropriate) whatever I please because I was also the Queen of Slice and Dice.
We’re both royalty.
I’m the King of Choke.
I’m always on the watch for things that, by themselves, probably mean nothing to anyone but me, but combine with other symptoms, they mean nothing good is coming this way.
So now, I’m going to sit and crochet, since I’ve come in from the heat. I had to send Charlie in because his face was getting red, again, but I don’t think he actually heard anything but, “I think its time to go in.”
He’s getting a lot of new neighbors (four in the two buildings in that courtyard) who were just friends before, so I don’t know how that’s going to work. We’re probably going to have some new people at the table. I sat on the other side this morning, after the first few times he slapped the bench, and he had to actually face me, meaning he couldn’t slap the bench. I don’t think he’ll slap the table, but I’ll wait to see.
We’re probably related. May I address you as “Cuz”? In other news, gotta feed the cats.
I had a nap with my cats.
Didn’t Ben Franklin say that a nap creates two days out of one or something like that? Anyway, good to hear you cut communal zzz’s with kitteh. Jake, no?
Me: Why?
SG: Cuz.
Me: What?
SG: You remind me of a man.
Cuz: What man?
SG: A man with a power.
etc. etc.
I really need to feed the cats. Powering down....
Jake was on the blanket with me, but Shannon was under the bed. I could hear her snoring.
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