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Aug. 12th, 2017 09:01 am
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Every time I think that girl is getting better, she starts stealing food again. The last couple of weeks, she's been sitting up in the chair, staying awake all day -- still not paying any attention to Jack, but at least not spending the day sound asleep on the couch. I knew she was stealing cheese sticks out of the fridge, but since I was only going to throw them away, anyway, I didn't say anything. But this morning, I pulled out the brand-new package of cheese danish that I bought Thursday evening -- finding a whole package of them at the grocery store is rare, rare, rare, and I was looking forward to them with fresh berries -- to find that she scarfed one of them yesterday. And then I found that the half-gallon of milk that I hadn't even opened was two-thirds gone. Granted, I was going to dump the milk, too, because it's a month old (I get on kicks with milk; sometimes I drink it and sometimes I don't), but still. She's stealing again, and I am pissed off. And even though, in the grand scale of things, it's terribly minor, there's also a feeling of violation. She's been going through my stuff again.

I wrote on the new milk jug "this does not belong to you" in big block capitals.

Passive-aggressive much?

I'm going to have to dock her pay next week, I guess, since she's already been paid for this week.
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In other news, I decided, in the end, not to go to Sterling. The weather forecast for today didn't look promising. Though I was annoyed with myself this morning when I got up and it was clear. Still, while I was out getting groceries, it started to cloud up, and it's quite grey out there right now. The rain at Sterling, according to Accuweather, would start just about the time the Faire opened, which would mean that if it's the same rain it looks like we're going to get here, I'd've likely been driving in it. So...good call, I guess, though I am feeling a bit melancholy about the whole thing.

On the other hand, it means a Gecko-free day, because I'm certain she wouldn't have hesitate to eat a second danish out of the package of three.

And here I was trying to decide what nice present to bring her back from Sterling as a thank you for coming over an extra day.

Grar.

In other other news, as I was leaving the grocery store this morning, a firetruck came zooming on by and turned down the street where Gram lives. An ambulance was about a quarter of a mile behind. There are only a few other houses on the street, so they were almost certainly going down to the end.

I have to go back out shortly; I want to check KMart's going-out-of-business sale. I have pantry moths in Jack's dog biscuits (for the first time in well over a decade) so I need to find something other than the box they come in in which to keep them. Probably a small plastic tub. I don't buy the huge packages I used to buy when I had four dogs, but I still can't quite bring myself to buy the smallest, least expensive boxes because the price per biscuit is too high.

There was a piece on NPR this morning about children and fallout drills. I was in elementary school on the literal tail end of that. I remember one drill when I was in kindergarten that terrified me (which is probably why I can still remember it). My elementary school was built in the early '70s, and it had a sort of open plan. Most classrooms didn't have walls between the room and the hallway; they just put modular locker cupboards in place to act as a wall, and many of the walls between classrooms were just folding walls. The folding wall between my first-grade classroom and the one next to it was almost always at least partially open; we shared the chick incubator, for instance. In any case, the building was built into a hill, such that the kindergarten classes on the basement level had doors to the outside, but so did the first grade classrooms on the upper level. The fifth and sixth grade classrooms were the only ones that were truly a second story, and when there were fire drills, those kids had to walk down the hallway to the main doors to exit the building. Everyone else just left by the doorway in their classroom.

In any case, I remember crouching in the cement-brick-walled hallway, with my head ducked and covered by my hands. We were supposedly safe in the hallway, and away from flying glass...except at the end of the hallway was a glass wall leading to the outside, and just above us was the completely glass-walled foyer. So even as a four-year-old (though I might have turned five by then), I knew that if whatever we were supposed to be hiding from happened, we were totally fucked. (Though I didn't know that particular word at the time.) So, yeah. I had my share of duck-and-cover nightmares.

I don't remember any other drills, though, so they must have stopped them shortly thereafter. But, yeah. That piece on NPR resonated.
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Guess who overslept by nearly half an hour today? Guess who's lucky that she didn't have to be to work at the usual time?

Go on, guess.

Today I have to drop the van off at the garage to have the rattling noise -- which has not recurred -- looked at. I will also have them add the brake fluid and possible throw the code-checky-thingummy at it to make sure that's all it wants. I am hoping they won't need it for any longer than it takes me to have breakfast at MacDhougal's which is two doors down. When I made the appointment, they said they'd need it for several hours, but here's hoping....

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And here I am at home, waiting for them to call me. Even though I was there at 8:28, and they open at 8:30, it was apparent that they weren't going to get to Das Woofenwagen right away as they already had two cars up on lifts. And, indeed, I have been home for an hour and am still waiting for their call. The funny thing was that as I was passing Tim Horton's on the way home, Co-Conspirator P was pulling out from the drive-thru and informed me I was headed the wrong way. Which I was...sort of. So I had to explain that I'd be seeing her later, as soon as they're done with the van.

The Gecko is out in the living room, sitting in the chair playing on her laptop. I'm sure that as soon as I leave to go get the van, she'll sack out on the couch. She slept all through my lunch hour yesterday. It kind of annoys me that she spends so much time sleeping while she's here, but Jack doesn't mind, and that's what really matters. The new day care place on my way to work has opened; I need to stop and ask them what their rates are. And if they're affordable, get Jack vaccinated for kennel cough, as that's the only one we skimp on.

Which reminds me....call the vet's office; Jack needs more [expensive] meds. Let's see...Interceptor and Dasuquin...that'll be $120 easily. Good thing tomorrow's pay day. Whee!

Speaking of meds, I need to see about switching pharmacies again. CVS is too expensive.

I did finish A Wizard Abroad yesterday afternoon. It's the fourth book in the Young Wizards series. I still have the fifth, as well as The Book of Night With Moon actually on my shelves. I was going to just power through them, but when I read the back cover of the next one, I just wasn't interested. The characters don't really grab me, and TBoNwM apparently has cats as main characters and I actually don't like animals as main characters. Ramoth and Mnementh or Yfandes or Rolan are one thing (and not main characters, anyway), but.... *shrug* So when I got ready to go out this morning, I grabbed the next Miss Fisher book. I have three backed up and waiting, and...seven, I think, to catch up to the current book in the series. Though I did also eye Anansi Boys since I recently reread American Gods.

Uncomfortable news in the 'hood recently. My next-door neighbor, K, called me to the fence the other evening to warn me about a couple of youngish guys who approached Mrs. T across the street the day before that. Mrs. T is probably in her 90s now, but still goes for long walks a couple of times a day. These two guys approached her as she was returning from her morning walk (so...around 9:00 or so) and asked if they could mow her lawn. She has B next door take care of it for her, and he'd just mown it a couple of days before this, so of course she said no. They passed her and went on up the street, and she went home. But she happened to look out the window and saw them turn around and come back and up her driveway. She went outside to see what they wanted; she wanted to be in plain sight of the other neighbors when she did. They told her they needed gas money, and she replied that they'd come to the wrong person for that. They did go away again, but she was understandably frightened. When K told me, the evening of the day after this happened, Mrs. T had not yet filed a report with the sheriff's department. I hope she has since. Apparently, the Gossip has been muttering about shooting people...which, really, I am not surprised that he has a gun or six. But if anything happened to Mrs. T, the entire street would be up in arms. There hasn't been any sign of them again, so far as I know, which is good.
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  • The weather forecast called for rain all day, and I was sort of relieved because it meant I could watch movies on the couch all day without feeling guilty. Right now? It's sunny, and although the forecast is still calling for rain, sort of, I don't see any on the map.

  • I just painted my nails bright red. I only paint them this particular shade in the summer. In the winter, I use darker, wine-ier, metallic shades. This is just red. Bright red. Popsicle-red. Summer red.

  • The cat has apparently decided that she will now be peeing in my office, thank you very much. I thought it smelled in here, but I also know that she has been using the litter box upstairs -- and I have been endeavoring to keep it clean for her -- but I heard some rustling over by the window -- and all of a sudden she came bounding out of there. I had thought it was Jack dreaming, but he's in the living room. And the corner reeks. As soon as my nails are dry I will have to go clean and bleach the corner. And put up a child gate across the door to keep her out for a couple of weeks to break the habit. And then wait to see where else she decides to go instead of any of the six litter boxes.

  • Given Tremas and the Portreeve, I should've seen that coming last night on Doctor Who.

  • I did go out and mow the front yesterday. I wasn't going to, but it was looking a little raggedy and I caved to implied homeowner peer pressure (because I was the only person on the street who hadn't mown in the last three days).

  • I have decided that once my parents get their crap out of my garage, I will clean all of the lawn tools and storage and such out of the breezeway except for one snow shovel and one broom. There's no reason to have all that stuff out there cluttering up a perfectly nice space when I have a whole garage I can clutter up. Then I will put a table out there so if I want to eat or work out there I can. I'd still like a deck, but this will do for now.
  • Fucking cat. My office reeks.
  • I suppose I should make an appointment to see if she has an infection, but I think she's probably either senile (she is 19 now) or lazy. Ever since the Great Flea Infestation of 2016, she's been peeing pretty much where she chooses.

  • I saw a rescue dog go by on FB the other day that I think would have been a perfect companion for Jack, but I'm certain it's far too late to apply for him.

  • Related: The Gecko is doing much better with her hygiene. Thank goodness. Mind you, I'm still not taking the covers off the furniture, and I probably never will as long as she's sitting Jack.

  • Still reading the Young Wizards series. I'm not liking it as much as I had hoped. Enough to keep reading it, but.... Meh.

  • Speaking of wizards, I saw one of those special editions that Time does: Twenty Years of Harry Potter or something along those lines, with a cover photo of Daniel Radcliffe from Chamber of Secrets (you can tell from his school uniform and his apparent age -- not young enough to be from the first movie, but not the same uniform as they wore in the later movies). Twenty years? Not of the movies, I know, but of the books. Already? How is it that long already?

  • Right. I think I'm going to go to a different part of the house to let my nails finish drying before I tackle the smell in this room.
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I received a jury summons in yesterday's mail. Why is it that some people (who are eligible, like my parents) go their entire lives without receiving a summons, and this is my second one? Why can't I ever win the nice lotteries? *sigh* It's for the week after next, and I'm supposed to call the night before to make sure I still have to report. The last time, I did have to report and I spent the entire day in the courthouse even though I knew as soon as I saw the defense attorney that I would be excused because he was my former employer, and I had only been out of his employ for a year. Though he, true to form, didn't recognize me. Fortunately, although the judge squinted at me and then at him, he didn't actually make me say in front of everyone in the courtroom that I hated the guy's guts. I think he maybe got the idea.

Bleah. And then I had nightmares about bats last night -- and then had to get up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom. Nothing like waking up from nightmares about nocturnal, nearly silent flying creatures to make you turn on the lights....

The TARDIS sheets are crazy warm, despite how thin they are. I will not be using them during the summer months. They're just about as warm as the flannel.

I put the tablecloths back on the couch this morning. Having to recover the furniture after a weekend always makes me cranky. I think I'm going to pack my lunch today, and then go see Grama after work, so I should avoid the Gecko altogether today. I still can't decide how to present the bag of toiletries. MyAuntie suggested that maybe I should just leave it out for her, and maybe that's the way to go. Then if she still stinks after a week or so, I can address it.

Ugh. I can tell I'm going to obsess about this summons for the next two weeks.
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This has been a really loooong week. At least I have a three-day weekend coming up, though not for any good reason. Das Woofenwagen is due for inspection, so I'm having that done on Monday, as well as having the muffler (just the muffler, I hope!) replaced. Although I could get a ride to work, I find it simpler just to take the day off when I have to take the van in for work because then I don't have to negotiate getting home again, or taking personal calls at work, or bothering with packing a lunch. Bird would be perfectly willing to at least pick me up and drop me off, but she always goes to lunch at 1:00, and I usually go at noon. Plus the garage's hours are weird: 8:30 to 4:30, so that doesn't work with working either 8-4 or 9-5. And so I take the day off.

I did not yet come up with a good way of presenting the Gecko's stuff to her, so I will hold off on doing that. I never thought I'd find anyone more conflict-averse than I am, but she's it. In dog terms, she's so submissive she might as well have legs on her back; her belly is constantly on offer. I, on the other hand, simply do not want to interact with her. At all. Ever.

There is a question on the civil service test for my position that is a favorite. It shows up on nearly every test: There is a client who comes into your office who stinks. What do you do? The answers are a) terminate the interview and tell him it will resume when he has bathed, b) ignore it and forge onward, c) present him with a bar of soap, d)...I can't remember what the fourth choice is. Well, here I am, about to try the bar of soap solution because everything else has been tried with this young woman.

I have complained numerous times to my mother than the Gecko is too stupid to live, and my mother always comes back with "She's very intelligent! She was on the honor roll every quarter she was in school." Oh, that's just great, Mom. So she's smart enough to come in out of the rain, and get out from under a drip if the roof is leaking -- but she's not smart enough to go get a bucket to put under the leak. She'd let the furniture be ruined, rather than get off her ass and look for a bucket. Okay, so it's a combination of not-smart and lazy, but I've also watched her continue to batter at a locked door, not once thinking that since she can't get it open, maybe she should try knocking.

In non-Gecko news, I finished Athyra last night. Apparently, I am going to sail straight through the entire Vlad Taltos series just as I did the entire Harry Dresden series. Next up is Orca. I do have to say that I didn't like Athyra as much as I did the previous books because it is told almost entirely from the point of view of a teenager (for certain values of "teenager") that Vlad runs into in his travels. Vlad's snarky POV is part of the draw of the books, and there were only hints of it in this one.

It stormed last night. I do love storms. It was raining so hard right around bedtime that I didn't even bother to try to let Jack out. He'd've look at the rain, looked at me as if to ask if I was nuts, and turned around and gone back in the house. He wouldn't even have crossed the threshold. So we skipped straight to giving him his Last Outs Biscuit.

I suppose I need to think about what I'm going to wear to The Place today. I do not want to go to The Place. I will have to once more try to set my voice mail on the Decepticon Cylon new phone. And also switch the receiver cord from the ridiculously short one to my nice long one.
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It has been another busy day. I haven't yet had a chance to take my afternoon break, so the rest of the work day (all fifteen minutes of it) is cancelled. But hey, at least I'm not taking a nap like the person in the cube behind me. Her radio is playing softly, and she's asleep. Which actually happens frequently enough that it's an open secret. She didn't have her cubicle's doorway moved (it was originally across from mine and now it's around the corner) for the light, she had it moved so that no one would know when she took naps.

This morning, I had to go to a training on supplemental needs trusts. It wasn't really much of a training; someone came down from Buffalo and read from a Power Point presentation. I really hate that. Just give me the printout and leave me to it; don't waste my time reading something I'm capable of reading myself.

This afternoon, because I am the 9-5 person of record this week, I had to talk to a pair of interns from the local high school. They're not true interns; they're just fulfilling a community service requirement (or something along those lines) for graduation. They come into the agency after school for a week and get lectured on each of the various programs. This is the first time I've ever had the duty, and let me tell you, I am not the person to lecture anyone about Medicaid in general because I have always been in a specialized sub-unit. But I'm the one they got stuck with. Well, we made it 35 minutes (out of two hours) before I ran out of things to say, and sent them back upstairs to the person in charge of the internship program.

Oh, she just woke up. Well, the day is nearly over....

Last night, BFT and J1 and I finally went to see Beauty and the Beast. It is a fantastic film, but when Emma Watson came down the stairs in the yellow ballgown, all I could think of was Hermione coming down the stairs for the Yule Ball. I hadn't realized that Emma Thompson and Ewan MacGregor were both in the film (Mrs. Potts and Lumière), though I recognized Ian McKellan's voice of course. According to the trivia for the film on IMDB, there is a hint in Belle's first song that the village is also partly under the curse, reliving the same day -- "There goes the baker with his tray like always" and Belle knowing where to walk to get through the crowd while reading. It's an interesting thought and actually makes sense since the village would have originally been beholden to the castle, and certainly isn't that far from it. And with the way the film ends, it would have been exceedingly cruel not to include the village in the curse in some way, and we can see, I think, that the Enchantress isn't cruel. (Scenes not included in the animated version.)

The weather has turned yet again. It was a pretty day yesterday, but today has been rainy and damp and chilly (though the actual temperature is decent for this time of year; it's the damp that makes it chilly). It is quite windy right now and rain is spattering against the house which is making odd creaky-groany noises every so often (not at all like the usual noises of mice in the walls and a dog and cat grooming themselves). I will have to go patrol the yard (check for rabbits, possums, deer, etc.) before letting Jack out, and then Jack will refuse to go off the ramp, because his delicate paws might get damp.

I didn't come home at lunchtime (because I allow myself one day a week when I don't have to interact with the Gecko at all), and arrived home this afternoon to find the Gecko sitting on the couch with the curtains behind it rucked up, and reeking of Not Having Washed In Several Days As Usual. When I got back from walking Jack (just a quick five minutes around the block), her father was sitting in the driveway, and she was still sitting on the couch staring at her tablet, so I informed her rather sharply that her father was waiting for her. I hate it when she does that. It's not like she can't hear him pull in; his vehicle is Very Loud, Indeed. Let's face it: I hate everything she does. This rucking up my curtains, though, annoys me a great deal. I have my house just so, and I expect it to stay that way, and that means leaving the curtains closed if they're closed. If you don't have enough light, you know where the switches are.

My sister got her hair cut last night after work. She got one of those bobs that's nape-length in back and chin length in front, and sweeps across on one side. It looked nice this morning, but I can guarantee that it won't stay that way. Someone asked me if I was going to get mine cut next (my sister and I work in the same office), and my response was, "God, no! I hate my hair short." Which I do. It looks good when it's short; I can't deny that. But I dislike it nevertheless. And for me, anything less than bra strap-length is short, and even that's pushing it.

Right. Time to check the yard....
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This afternoon Jack and I met Flynn, the doberman who lives up the street. Flynn was out walking with his Boy who was entirely too small to be walking a full-grown doberman on his own, because when Flynn decided that he wanted to meet Jack, Flynn took off, dragging his Boy behind him. Unfortunately, the Boy tripped and fell, so Flynn was literally dragging him on his chest into the middle of the street, and that's where the kid stayed. Fortunately, Flynn stayed with him. I didn't want to make Flynn chase us, so I made Jack sit, and we all stayed there in a Doggy Stand Off until the Boy's mother ambled up the block to take charge of Flynn.

I have to stay that I was really impressed with the way she handed it, too. She didn't hurry; she didn't make any appearance of being worried or upset. She took charge of the dog, got the kid on his feet, and the whole time, she spoke in a soothing tone telling him how well he did, at the same time telling me that Flynn is a friendly dog.

Maybe, maybe not. People usually say that. I don't, but that's because I don't want people running up to my dog...though with Jack it wouldn't matter. He loves people. With some of my other dogs, it really did matter. Deuce hated kids, for instance, and I had an argument once with a woman who insisted on letting her grandkid stick his fingers through my back fence (they owned the lot on the other side), even when I told her that she needed to get him away from my dog. "Oh, it's fine! We have dogs, too!" Yeah, lady, I'm sure you do, but they're probably not gonna take the kid's fingers off! I ended up having to take the dog inside and keep her inside whenever they were around.

Anyway, I am partially to blame for the incident (with Flynn, that is); I should've turned around and gone the other way as soon as I spotted him and saw how big he was and that it was pretty obvious that the kid wasn't big enough to control him. At least the mother was actually paying attention.
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On Friday, I told the Gecko that she was going to have to listen for the furnace guy because he was going to come back to finish up the work (there was one more piece of duct to put in; he hadn't had a piece of the right size the night before). I told her that it wouldn't be that day because he was going to be out of town, but that she'd have to pay attention this week.

So yesterday, I asked her if there was any sign of him. Nope.

Today, I asked her if there was any sign of him. "Oh, yeah," she said. "I've been meaning to tell you since Friday. Somebody came to the house. I think it was him."

"Did he knock?"

"Yeah."

"Did you let him in?"

"Yeah."

"Did he go into the basement?"

"Yeah."

*sigh* So down into the basement I went, and sure enough, there was new ductwork down there. I didn't see it on Saturday because of the abyssmal lighting situation down there which I am still trying to fix.

I just...seriously? She couldn't tell me this on Friday? Or Monday? If I hadn't asked her, would she ever have mentioned it? (The answer to that question is no. No, she would not have, because she doesn't speak to me unless I first speak to her. I walk into my own home and she does not acknowledge me.)

And corollary: If a burglar had knocked at the door, would she have let him in?

Probably.
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Yesterday was the day I took my grandmother to get her taxes done. It was pretty painless, though I was a bit stung when the guys offered to do my taxes, too. I'm not quite old enough yet to require AARP to do my taxes for me. Besides, I did mine as soon as my W2 was available, and could probably do Gram's for her, too, but she likes to have these guys do them. One of them is my aunt's college roommate's brother, and my aunt and her roomie have always been close, and the roomie adopted Gram, and so on.

It was a pretty day with bright sun and puffy clouds; the temperature was around 53°. Then quite suddenly, around noon, it got ridiculously windy. There is a line of pines in front of Gram's facility that I suspect were originally planted as a wind break. They are huge, now, and they were liberally littering the street with twigs and needles. It was...crunchy.

It remained hugely windy all night long, and it's still pretty windy this morning. It's supposed to be cooler today, then cold tomorrow, then I think the temps are supposed to head upward again.

Anyway. After the taxes were done, I drove Gram around to see her house. She's been cranky about the house for a long while because no one (i. e., my parents) will take her to see it. She's afraid that something is being hidden from her. Nothing is; it's just that my parents can't be bothered. Anyway, all that's left of the tree is a quite low stump, so we were able to clearly see the damage that the falling limbs did. Actually, I was pretty glad it was down because with yesterday's wind, it could've been bad. The soffit damage looks bad, but I think it's really just a case of nailing a board back in place. The window frames need a touch of paint, but otherwise, the house is in pretty good condition. I might still consider buying the place if it weren't so much farther from work (meaning I'd never be able to go home for lunch), and if the neighbors weren't practically on top of each other.

I asked her if she wanted to go inside, and she didn't, which surprised me a bit, but I suppose she didn't want to see the way it was left. It's actually not too bad in there; my sister got it cleaned up and got things sort of back where they belong, so the worst things are really the missing pieces of furniture (that are with Gram) and the master bedroom -- but she couldn't get up the stairs, anyway, so....

She also told me that I didn't need to visit with her when I got her back home, either. I think she wanted a nap before dinner, actually, and I did visit the day before. I'd've gone to McDonald's for early supper and to wait out The Gecko, but didn't have a book with me, so ended up home and walking the dog early.

And speaking of the Gecko, I stopped at WickedMart yesterday and bought a couple of soft PVC shower curtains which I will shortly put on the couch. I will cover them with the blankets, so she will probably not even know that they are there...but if they discourage her from sitting there, so much the better.
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  • It is my not so humble opinion that if you're going to be in the SCA, you should at least be able to spell "medieval." And "renaissance." And perhaps "anachronism."

  • The Gecko is no longer making any attempt to hide the fact that she spends her days sprawled on my couch. It is getting me down.

  • I have an episode and a half and about four "extras" to go in my reread of Shadow Unit. All hell is just about to break loose...and I am reluctant to continue reading because I know what's coming.

  • Actually kind of hoping I don't survive this week's Idol vote. I won't quit -- probably -- but if I don't make a vote, I won't be too upset about it.

  • Have a new theory about Rey: What if, instead of being Luke's daughter or Leia and Han's daughter or Palpatine's or Obi-Wan's or Qui-Gon's granddaughter (did I miss anyone?), she's like Anakin, and is a vergence? Created (sort of) by the Force itself? Happened once, could happen again, right? It would explain why she's such a good pilot, how she's able to get the better of Kylo Ren not just once, but a few times, and so on.

  • Kethri was driving me nuts tonight. She was extremely needy and insisted on being in my lap. I, meanwhile, was in no mood to be climbed on by a cat. I ended up shutting her in my office because I couldn't get her to leave me the fuck alone.

  • Today is my mother's birthday. She is...71, I think.

  • I am really just killing time here because I can't quite justify going to bed at 8:00 p.m.

  • It was warmish today -- nearly 60° at lunchtime when the sun was out, though the temperature had fallen about five degrees by the time I left work because the sun had gone.

  • 7:00 a.m. is apparently the time to go to the grocery store.... I left the house this morning at 7:00 a.m. and was home by 7:20 a.m. Of course, I had a list and stuck to it and didn't wander, except for when I went looking for barrettes, and discovered that they had them buy one get one free. Score!

  • The rabbit has been hanging out in the backyard again. I wish I could figure out a way of dissuading it from doing that -- other than letting Jack catch it, of course.

  • It's probably not even the same rabbit; it's probably a previous year's puppy/cub/kitten/whateverthefuckyoungrabbitsarecalled returning to the ancestral birthing grounds.

  • I was reading up on sonic pest control devices a bit. I want to try one, but am a bit concerned that five minutes after I plug one in, I'll be standing in my living room in a cloud of bats like Bruce Wayne fallen into the Batcave.

  • People think I'm exaggerating when I say I can smell the Gecko as soon as I open my back door.

  • I'm not exaggerating.

  • Was watching an episode of Graham Norton this evening. I wonder if Daniel Radcliffe realizes how very rapidly he speaks He never seems to slow down.

  • Can't believe he's 27 already.

  • Was watching a featurette (one of those before the movie, but not a trailer things) on Shirley Maclaine's new movie the other day. BFT said, "She's not a nice person." Apparently she frequented a shop that BFT worked in when she lived in...Santa Fe or Flagstaff or somewhere in the Southwest.

  • Still reading 1984. I am reading it on breaks at work. At home, I am reading MyAuntie's book because it has been many years since I last did. I told her I was rereading it; she was surprised that it was still in one piece. Well. I do have two copies: a reading copy and an autographed copy. I had two autographed copies, but I lent one to my creative writing professor and never got it back.

  • It's not like I couldn't get her to sign another one. It's not actually that difficult to find used copies. Or it wasn't the last time I looked, anyway.

  • Oh, look. 9:00 p.m. I can now justify getting ready for bed.
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In other news, it's been a Really Long Week, even though I didn't work one day of it. I'm glad the weekend has arrived.

I got the greater share of my groceries on Thursday after my doctor appointment and before going to work so that I wouldn't have to go out this morning because BFT and I are going to see Logan this afternoon. I actually don't want to see the movie; the trailers make it look particularly grim, and not in a good way. Though I suppose it might be worth it to see Patrick Stewart swearing. Well, it's too late to back out, anyway, she's already got the tickets.

So with no need to go out for groceries this morning, I'm actually at a bit of a loss. Usually, I'm just getting home at this time, but the kitty litter is already taken care of, and I have a load of laundry that sounds like it might be on its final spin, and there aren't enough dishes piled up to warrant turning on the hot water until after lunch, and....

Maybe I'll take a nap, if I can dislodge the cat from the couch.

Speaking of which, I was complaining to my sister about the Gecko occupying my couch, and she made a couple of suggestions, including zipping the couch cusions into a mattress cover with a plasticky surface. That's great for the cushions, but what about the rest of the couch? Besides, I want something I can remove in the evenings. So I think it's going to be shower curtains. Maybe not the flat-out plastic ones, nor the silky ones, but there's an in-between stage that should work. That, and lots of Febreze, because even after I dragged the blankets off last night, I could still smell her.

Ugh.

Maybe I should go back to looking for another dog to keep Jack company....
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I am incredibly tired and sleepy this morning, thanks to the wind howling all night long and rattling the window right next to my bed in its broken frame. I woke up around 2:00 a.m., realizing that I had been sleeping huddled under the blankets with all my muscles tight (which means sore shoulders today) because of the cold air pouring through the cracks in the window frame. And then I couldn't get back to sleep because the window wasn't just rattling, it was thumping. I finally got up and found a roll of duct tape and taped the sashes together. That stopped the thumping, though the pane still rattled a bit. It also, coincidentally, stopped the worst of the airflow. I never did get back to sleep, though. So that's exciting.

I really need to get those windows replaced. Maybe I should get a home improvement loan when I get Das Woofenwagen paid off later this year.

The wind brought winter back with it. There is a dusting of snow out there this morning, and the forecast is for snow showers on and off during the day, and a high in the 20s. Yay. It's supposed to be winter for a few days, then start being spring again on Sunday.

I took a personal day yesterday. I have a doctor appointment today (which I found out about on Tuesday). It's first thing in the morning (probably the first appointment of the day) and I have to have labs done first...so I decided to do them yesterday and maybe have the results today at my appointment (so she has something to lecture me about). So I messaged my brother that I wasn't working -- knowing full well that I would end up having to drive the Gecko home because he wouldn't get the message -- and went off to the medical group.

I got checked in at the lab and was reading my book and they called me back up to tell me they didn't have any orders and I'd have to go around the corner to the doctor's office to get the orders. So I did -- and waited twenty minutes there for them to get the orders ready and in the system so that I could go back around the corner and sit in front of the lab door. Whatever. Good thing I didn't try to do all that this morning, though, because as I recall, they didn't have the orders last year on the day of my appointment. Organization doesn't seem to be one of their priorities over there.

In any case, it got done. Then I had to stop and do some banking for my grandmother, and that took a while because I was closing a dormant account, and they wanted to make sure I was who I said I was and that the power of attorney was still in effect and blah blah blah. Basically, they were trying to make sure I wasn't stealing my grandmother's money. Which is fine and commendable, but I was beginning to think they were going to make me haul her in there, and neither of us were up for that. In the end, though, they gave me a check and I immediately took it to her primary bank and deposited it, so that's done.

On to WickedMart to purchase another blanket to throw over the couch because a single twin blanket is too small (as, it turns out, is a single queen blanket), and then I arrived home rather hungry at about 10:00 a.m. (fasting bloodwork, donchaknow) to find that, yes, the Gecko was sitting in the living room -- in the chair. Go figure. I knew she was there as soon as I opened the door, because I could smell her.

I'm not kidding about this; I'm really not. I can literally smell her the instant I walk into the house. One morning before I started keeping my doors locked all the time, her father dropped her off while I was in the shower, and she walked in and got herself settled without calling that she was here, and as soon as I shut off the shower, I knew she was in my house -- because I could smell her. (Also, creepy much?)

And, that, boys and girls, is why my house is kept locked now. Her father drops her off early like that again, she'll just have to wait in the breezeway until I'm ready to let her in.

So I got her home, and I turned onto the street a block above the house just as her father was turning onto the block below the house on his way to get her. So I ended up conversing pleasantly with him (which involves smiling and nodded and thinking Go the fuck away, you asshole!) for longer than I wanted to. (For those wondering about that newfangled telephone thingy, my brother doesn't have one; it's the first expense he always cuts when he's not working; he does have a computer, which is why I can FB message him, but he apparently doesn't check very often.)

But then I was finally free and sat down and wrote my Idol piece for this week. So...I guess it was a good day....

So Angry

Feb. 28th, 2017 06:55 pm
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I am so angry right now, but not sure that I have any right to be. I am also thoroughly depressed -- and angry because I'm depressed and depressed because I'm angry and yay!

I got home at lunchtime to find that the Gecko had just simply made herself at home on my couch. She was kicked back in the spot I favor, with her feet up, and made absolutely no attempt to even conceal the fact that she'd been lounging all day, unlike last week, when she'd at least sit up and put her feet on the floor when I got home for lunch.

So, great. She ruined my nearly brand new wing chair and hassock -- I will never get the smell of her out of them -- and now she's going to ruin my new(ish) couch. (The couch came from my parents, who only bought it three years ago.)

I don't feel that I can tell her to a) bathe more than once a year, or b) not sit on the couch (I mean, it's totally reasonable to expect her to stay out of my cupboards and fridge, but not so reasonable to expect her to stick to just one piece of furniture), and so I have to silently fume about it. I was so angry at lunchtime that I had to leave my own home. I ended up getting Burger King for lunch and eating in my cubicle.

When I got home after work, she was gone, at least, but I could see that the curtains were disordered, apparently from her peering out looking for her father. Though why she was peering north when the driveway is south, I do not know.

I loathe her. I despise her. I cannot stand having her in my space.

And, yet, I can't afford anything better. You get what you pay for, and I cannot afford $200 a month (plus the extra gas and time) to take Jack to proper doggy day care.

That wasn't the only thing, though. I turned on the kitchen lights, and one of the bulbs was out. Now, I have probably described my kitchen light set up: There is a fixture in the middle of the ceiling for a recessed fluorescent light of the sort you see in offices. HTWIWM decided that wasn't sufficiently bright for cooking, so more years ago than I can now remember, but probably fifteen, he took that fixture out. He then installed two garage spot lights (not the yellow hanging kind, but the kind that have a reflective dome behind them), one over the stove and one over the sink, and somehow wired them into the empty fluorescent space, then covered that space over with insulation. It was meant, like so many of the stupid redneck things he did around here, to be a temporary fix. And like so many of the things he did, I have had to live with it. The reflector dome on the light over the stove is loose, and only stays up because it rests on the light bulb itself. My dad told me that wasn't actually a problem, but it seems like one to me, and my patience is finally at an end. I have my tax refund, and even though it is earmarked for Other Things, I got the name of an electrician/carpenter today, and I mean to call him.

I just hope I can afford him.

I think I'm going to go watch, first, the last twenty minutes of Return of the Jedi because I shut it off early last night, and then, probably, a couple of episodes of Emergency! because lately, it's my go to thing when I'm depressed. Johnny and Roy to the rescue, right?

But, first, I might have a good cry.
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On Saturday morning, just as promised, the J-sisters and their mother showed up and took some of the drywall stash off my hands. There is a small dolly that we used to move the sheets from the breezeway to the garage, and we used it again to move the sheets from the garage to their truck. It's just a flat, open platform with wheels at each corner, but resting the individual sheets on it meant that they didn't have to be carried the whole way. They asked to borrow it to move the sheets on their end of the trip, and I had no problem with that. So J1 brought the dolly back yesterday afternoon, and we were standing in the breezeway chatting for five or ten minutes. I didn't have my coat on, so got chilled.

No big, right? I'll just have a cup of hot chocolate. So I put the kettle on and when it whistled, went to the cupboard to get a packet of hot chocolate. Now, I have loose powder in little barrels, but it's the Good Stuff and requires milk. I wasn't in the mood to mess with heating milk (because you have to stand right over it and pay attention, otherwise you get a helluva mess if it boils over -- which it can do in the literal blink of an eye), hence the kettle.

Well. Guess what I found when I went to the cupboard? If you guessed "no hot chocolate packets," you win a prize! (Well, not really.)

It's entirely possible, of course, that I forgot using up the individual Land o' Lakes packages that I buy, since I usually only buy a few at a time. But there is no way that I would leave empty boxes sitting in the cupboard, which is what I found when I went for the cheap and nasty stuff.

I had been meaning to clean that shelf out for a while, since I long ago gave up on trying to make myself like tea and there were all kinds of teas in there. So I did. Cleaned it out and put a little sign in there informing her Geckoness that she was to stay out of things that don't belong to her. I think that might actually deter her, at least for a little while.

I can't lock everything and I shouldn't have to, godsdammit. She's a grown-ass woman, and she should fucking well know enough not to act like a twelve-year-old.

Then again, her parents are hardly the best role models....
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As of this morning, Jack is back to normal. I was beginning to be seriously concerned, because one hears horror stories of dogs that don't poo only to find out that their intestines are twisted or that they have horrific blockages, and all of those stories end with the death of the dog. But Jack is okay. Whew. He's a complete pain in the ass, but I do adore his furry little self.

It is still quite cold; the weather seers said it was 9° this morning before dawn when we went walkies. I didn't catch the wind chill, but there was wind, and it was chilled. Enough so that I cut walkies short this morning. Not as absolutely short as I sometimes do; I just did the small loop that we do in the afternoon (cutting through a parking lot) instead of the larger loop we normally do in the mornings (all the way down to the main road and across parallel to the parking lot, then back home -- it's not a huge difference, but it does cut five or six minutes off the walk).

Today, I should probably do a few more things than I did yesterday. I didn't do any laundry for one thing. On the other hand...I could get by without doing the laundry, so maybe I won't bother until next weekend. I spent nearly the whole day yesterday binge-watching Emergency! some more. Yeah, I know. I'm kinda obsessed with it, and I'm not really sure why; nattering on )

Weird what sticks with you.

In other news, it is currently snowing, but it was snowing when Jack and I went walkies an hour and a half or so ago. In fact, we were out before the plow this morning. Jack was so pleased that I finally allowed him to check out the yard where the new beagle gets his/her outings, but it was only because I saw the plow turning the corner and I really didn't feel like getting run over by it. So we stopped under the light pole which is oddly situated halfway up the yard and waited for the plow to pass. But that meant that Jack got to take in All The Smells. So he was happy.

My brother got back to me on the diet Coke issue: he never touches my fridge, so he'll ask the Gecko about it. I've never set her father on her before, so I'm a little curious to see how this plays out. I'm certain she'll deny it, but unless Jack has developed the ability to a) open the fridge, b) pick out just the diet Coke, c) open cans, and d) destroy or hide the evidence, then it has to be her, as she is the only other person in the house. I'm especially interested in light of him admitting to me the other day that she'd be useless to keep an eye on Jack while he was sick (for which reason I took the day off so I could watch him myself).
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It is face-hurty, snow-squeaky, nose-freezey cold out there. It was brilliantly sunny for a while, then about an hour ago, the sun disappeared. I think we're still under a lake effect snow warning until tomorrow evening. We don't actually need more snow, in my not so humble opinion.

And speaking of snow, my brother apparently ran the snowblower for me yesterday even though the driveway didn't really need it. Or at least that's how I interpret the tracks in the driveway. There was barely half an inch out there. Hardly worth bothering. I'm wondering, of course, how he got it to run. Or, alternatively, what I was doing wrong that it wouldn't work for me last week.

Earlier this afternoon, I sent him a message asking him if he took the last two diet Cokes out of my fridge. I'm 99.9% sure it wasn't him, though. I'm pretty sure it was the Gecko, pilfering as usual. And, yes, I know I said I was going to get a lock for the fridge, but I keep thinking of how inconvenient it would be for me -- as if having things disappearing wasn't itself inconvenient. Apparently, I'm going to have to confront her over every single thing she steals, since she hasn't touched the milk since I confronted her over that -- but she started taking soda. Or maybe she was taking it all along, and I only really started to notice because I don't buy diet Coke that often (I prefer diet Dr. Pepper).

My sister tells me that the Lizard has finally admitted to herself that the Gecko (who is actually the eldest Gecko) will never be able to support herself or really function properly in society. What that means in the long run, I do not know. The best thing for her would be to get her diagnosed with whatever disorder she has (and she does) and get her on SSI so she'd at least have some income. Then when they kick it, she can go into a group home. I hope they are not pinning their hopes on me supporting her, because as soon as I no longer need her to keep Jack company, I will no longer allow her in my house. Although knowing my brother and his wife, they are absolutely counting on either my parents, my sister, or me to take care of her; these are the idiots who kept trying to have a son in the hope that they would inherit my paternal grandfather's millions, after all. (The only son they had was born at five months' gestation and lived half an hour; my grandfather never had millions, and even if he did, his estate would have gone to his three children (and did, what there was), not to them.) But you can't explain that sort of thing to them; they know best.

As for the other two...well, the middle one is in GED classes and actually looking for work. The youngest is still in school, but has regular therapy appointments.

I'm beginning to worry a bit about Jack. He hasn't had diarrhea in a couple of days, but he also -- so far as I know -- hasn't pooed at all. We'll see how this afternoon's walkies goes.

My sister's new in-laws are both in the hospital. On Tuesday, her father-in-law was having a stress test and had a heart attack, and when they went out to the waiting room to let her mother-in-law know, she also had one. He's in ICU, but hers was apparently less serious. Meanwhile, Number 5, who is an OTR truck driver is stranded in Nebraska with a breakdown. Or, more accurately, brakedown. Or so I gather. MyAuntie, who doesn't like him at all, points out that he gets broken down out west a lot, and she wonders how many wives he actually has. His truck does seem to break down every other trip or so.

I have no ambition this weekend. I got groceries this morning, then changed the kitty litter, then noodled around on the computer. The only other work I did today was to pay my grandmother's bills for her and to wash the dishes. I did write MyAuntie a letter -- it seemed only proper to respond in kind to her actual snail mail thank you note.

It's a good thing that I saw someone mention Emerald City yesterday afternoon; I didn't know it was supposed to start last night. I also didn't know that it was a short series; I thought it was just a TV movie. In any case, I did watch it last night, and I am intrigued...although I'm betting that Dorothy will end up being the Witch of the South's child. Glinda kept bugging me; she reminded me of someone and I couldn't figure out who, so I looked the actress up, but that didn't help. Then it occurred to me a little bit ago that it was Jean Marsh as Queen Bavmorda in Willow. Weird.

I do believe that I am going to retreat to the couch with either a book or some DVDs, and hope that I can get my feet warm. Oh, wait. Nearly 4:00 p.m. Actually, I'm going to walk Jack. Then retreat to the couch....
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I have a lot of Christmas music on CD. It's a toss-up as to whether my favorites are Loreena McKennitt and Straight No Chaser or Christmas All-Time Greatest Records, Volume 1 and Volume 2. Those are the Christmas songs I grew up with (minus Jingle Bones). My parents had a stereo, but it never got used except at Christmas, when Mom would load it with a stack of Christmas records and just let it play for hours. The modern equivalent would be an mp3 player playlist, I suppose. I have a CD-player with a six-disk changer, so I basically do what my mother did, except with slightly more updated music: the aforementioned Loreena McKennitt and SNC, plus Pentatonix.

And there are some creepy, creepy Christmas tunes out there, let me tell you. "I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus?" Future serial killer right there. "Mary, Did You Know?" When you kiss your little baby, you kiss the face of God? Ugh. "The Cherry Tree Carol?" Worst of the bunch. Mary's fetus commanding trees to give her cherries. Gross.

Anyway. It is my 9-5 week, so I have a little time in the mornings -- and none in the evenings. I get home and have to immediately think of dinner, so I generally discuss it with Jack while we're going walkies. He doesn't actually care what I make for dinner -- he knows what he's having. Last night, I had some of that leftover lasagna from Thanksgiving. Probably the same tonight. Though I do have lunch meat and tomatoes and sourdough bread, so I will probably make some variety of melty sandwiches at some point.

Jack seems to be doing a bit better again. He hasn't tried to get into bed with me the last couple of nights -- a true relief, let me tell you. I was actually asleep when my alarm clock went off this morning. I have no idea what the problem might have been, and I might not have any idea even if I'd had him from a pup. I'm just glad he seems to be settling again. Of course, the real test will be to leave him alone long enough to see a movie. On Saturday, I left him while I went for a grocery run, but every time I left the house after that -- and I went out a few times -- I took him with me. He does like going for rides.

I have a new couch. Well, new-ish. My mother asked me a couple of weeks ago if I'd like a couch that is only three years old -- she said it was in the way of putting up the Christmas tree. Presumably, she is planning to either get a new couch after Christmas, or has decided that she only needs one after all (she's had two in the living room for ages). I told her that if I could figure out what to do with my existing couch, I would take hers. A few days later, it occurred to me that it could go in the breezeway, as I'll need furniture out there...and on Sunday, my dad called and said that as soon as he could round up my brother, they'd be down to move furniture. I was not, of course, ready for that, but I managed to get a space made in the breezeway, so it all worked out. And now I have a new couch. It's a dusty dark sage green, so it goes well with my living room. Not that it matters, because I immediately put my purple coverings on it. It's not the couch I would have chosen for myself, but it'll do, and it's a vast improvement over the one I had that was second-hand eighteen years ago and which Garion tried to eat all by himself when he was a puppy, sixteen years ago.

Speaking of my brother, he told me on Sunday that the Gecko had an appointment yesterday afternoon and would have to leave early. Because it's my 9-5 week, I knew I wouldn't be allowed to leave early, and said so. He offered to leave the Gecko's next-youngest sister with Jack when he picked up the Gecko. Now, the Middle Gecko is an actual-facts sets-fires-in-her-bedroom psycho, and I absolutely do not want her in my house. The Eldest Gecko is bad enough, but the Middle Gecko steals more than food. She has stolen jewelry from both my mother and my grandmother, and actually stole money from Grama's purse -- and admitted to it, proudly. It was to the point where Gram told them that they couldn't be inside her house unless she was (she used to watch them after school).

And then there's the fire-setting (though I don't think she's done that of late).

So I told him we'd just manage, thank you very much, but when I mentioned it to the Eldest Gecko at lunchtime, she said her dad was going to reschedule her appointment. Okay. Fine by me, then. Turns out the Middle Gecko ended up in the hospital yesterday from an upper respiratory infection combined with her asthma, anyway. I'm afraid I didn't evince any proper auntly concern. I tried. Didn't take. Alas. Ah, well. We all know what a wretched excuse for a human I am. Just ask Jack.

Miscellany

Nov. 5th, 2016 09:30 am
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  • It's still early -- only quarter after 9:00 -- and I'm a little ahead of schedule this morning. Yay?

  • My over-the-wall neighbor at work is utterly useless. I've described her before as a shirker, and she is. And yet twice this week, I've heard her telling people absolutely wrong information about what will happen to their coverage if they're in a nursing home instead of passing the call to a nursing home worker. I've rolled my eyes so hard I had to chase them across the floor.

  • Yesterday turned into a gorgeous -- though chillier than I prefer -- day.

  • Today is supposed to be in the 50s and cloudy.

  • The oak tree in the backyard is nearly finished dropping leaves, but the maple has just gotten started, guaranteeing that I will be running the mower at least until the end of the month.

  • I need to change the air filter, I think. I hate changing the air filter.

  • Kethri has started using the litter boxes in the basement again. I was worried, at first, when I saw how little use the one upstairs was getting, then I saw that she was going into the basement again, and I was much relieved.

  • I am still not putting her food down there, though. I know that if it lingers too long in the kitchen, Jack will clean it up. (Dammit.)

  • I finally actually said something to The Gecko yesterday at lunchtime about the fridge. I had previously just been leaving her notes, because I dislike confrontation nearly as much as she does -- and I try to avoid interacting with her as much as possible -- but something just clicked yesterday. I opened the fridge to find that half of the milk I had left was gone, so I hooked the milk jug over my finger, went into the living room and woke her up. As soon as she saw the milk jug, she mumbled an apology, and I very calmly, without raising my voice in the slightest said that I had told her before to stay out of the fridge and that there was nothing in there for her. Then I turned around and walked away. I heard her clicking on her laptop behind me, so I'm sure all of her little internet friends now know what a horrible person I am -- but so do all of my own little internet friends (sorry, guys!), so whatever. And shortly after that, she was asleep again. Good thing Jack doesn't require active company.

  • My sister, who still gets mail at my grandmother's house, so goes there a couple of times a week to check on the house and get the mail, told me yesterday that she had gone there at lunchtime on Wednesday and someone had put a Trump sign in Gram's lawn. She pulled it down in disgust and tossed it in the back with the garbage cans, and when she went yesterday to get her mail, the next-door neighbor had two Trump signs in his yard. She says that she didn't check to see if that was the one she threw out, but it's likely. We're not going to tell Grama -- she'd be horrified and disgusted. She has already voted by absentee ballot -- for Hillary.

  • I will probably tell MyAuntie, though, so she can be horrified and disgusted.

  • BFT, J1, and I are going to see the cheap matinee of Doctor Strange this afternoon. That gives me plenty of time to change the air filter in the mower and mow the leaves beforehand. Dammit.
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  • It was a long damned week. It seems like four-day weeks always are.

  • There is always talk at work about switching to a four-day week. What people seem to forget is that in order to make up the hours, it means working longer days.

  • I can't decide whether to trust my muscle memory or not. Muscle memory says that I should have at least half of that half-gallon container of milk left (i. e., the container was a lot lighter than I expected it to be when I lifted it out of the fridge last night). But I have also been eating a lot of cereal lately, except for the last couple of days when I ran out. So I could be misremembering. A more likely explanation, however, is that my muscles are correct, and that The Gecko has been pilfering again. Goddammit.
  • I watched Now You See Me 2 last evening. Daniel Radcliffe plays the main villain. It's a bit odd to hear him talking about dabbling in magic.... I have to say, though, that this one played out pretty much as I expected, including Morgan Freeman's character.

  • I have been meaning to reread American Gods for a while. I read it many years ago and recall next to nothing about it, not even with all the bits and bobs surfacing about the new TV series. I was casting about for something to read yesterday to take a break from the mystery series I've been reading, and saw another bob about American Gods. Aha, thought I. I had moved my Neil Gaiman books from my office to the bookcase in my bedroom, and out of sight, out of mind.... So I grabbed the tenth anniversary, author's preferred text version, and started it yesterday afternoon.

  • I also mowed the damned lawn yesterday afternoon, which was an extremely unpleasant affair given how humid it was.

  • I had intended to not do anything today as the weather is not supposed to be particularly good -- though cooler and less humid. No matter my feelings on the matter, Autumn is just around the corner. But I have to go out and get milk....

  • I have been considering taking the three days of Thanksgiving week off and going to Michigan. It has been a long time since I was there for Thanksgiving -- since a couple of years before my divorce, in fact. The weather is always very unpredictable, and I loathe winter driving (wherein I actually mean that I fear it, despite having had to do it for more than two decades). HTWIWM always did the bulk of the driving when we traveled together, and he always drove in November. And so I haven't gone in a decade. Or maybe I'll just take the time off and stay home. Of course if I stay home, then I can't avoid Thanksgiving dinner....

  • I have been chasing an odd smell upstairs for a few days. Last night, I had to close the windows because it got cool. This morning, I realize that it smells like litterbox upstairs. Fabulous. So I'm worried about Merlin (who is still hanging out in the bathtub, meaning that I have to scrub it all the time) downstairs, and Kethri is upstairs being either lazy or ill. *sigh* I tend to forget that Kethri is actually six months older than Merlin, so she is also eighteen.... Since I can't find a location, I suppose I'm going to have to scrub the entire upstairs.

  • I am very tired today. I was up in the middle of the night for no good reason, and then soft rain on the tin roof outside my bedroom window sounded like bats crawling around, and so of course I couldn't get back to sleep....
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When last we left our intrepid heroine, she was knee-deep in Too Much Work, but she has since managed to get it down to shin-deep. Still there, though. If next week is quiet, though, it'll likely get caught up by the end of the week. Two weeks off, two weeks to get caught up...seems fair. Of course, then we're looking at lots of time with nothing to do, which I really don't like.

So, yes. Busy week, and when I came home from work, I mostly just collapsed -- after walking the dog, of course. As a result, my house is still a mess from vacation. My luggage is still in the backroom and the dining room table (also in the back room) is buried under the detritus of both packing and unpacking. I intend to do something about that today, though I would also like to finish up editing my photos (I'm in the middle of the whale watch photos, so I'm doing a lot of cropping at the moment), and spend time outdoors because it's supposed to be a glorious day and we have reached the part of the summer where glorious days are precious.

The last few days have been downright pleasant: low humidity, sunshine, but temperatures only in the 70s. If the long range forecast can be believed, however, it's supposed to be gradually warmer each day for the next week until it reaches nearly 90° again. We shall see what we shall see, I guess.

I mowed the yard yesterday. As I expected, it took hours, and four tanks of gas. It wouldn't have taken quite so long, of course, if I didn't allow the mower to cool down between running it out of gas and refilling the tank -- it steams and/or smokes if I refill it while it's hot, and that makes me a little nervous, what with gasoline being slightly flammable and all, and my face being so near it. (Remind me to tell you about the reason I no longer have a propane grill.) I wasn't going to do the whole yard because the laundry was hanging out to dry, so I couldn't do the whole section over which the laundry lines run, but I went out for dinner last night with BFT and J1 and the laundry was dry before I left, so I took it down. When I got home, the mower was still out and the laundry was in the house...so I finished it up so I wouldn't have to deal with it today. Which is actually a relief and a half. There is nothing I have to do today, so if I want a pajama day, I can have one...though I'm already dressed, since I had to take Jack walkies. But I could put my jammies back on again! I could!

Still coughing, but it's pretty much a nagging, remainder cough -- except at night, of course. It's always worse at night. But I have managed to go to sleep the last few nights without chemical intervention. Still, I hope it goes away soon because I don't want to have to reschedule getting that cavity filled again. It just seems like such a bad idea to be having dental work done when you can't predict when or if you'll have to cough. I am obviously still not 100%, though, as I am still sleeping much later if I don't set my alarm. This morning, for instance, I slept until nearly 7:00 a.m., when I normally get up between 5:00 and 5:30 on weekdays, and between 5:30 and 6:00 if I don't set an alarm.

BFT and I were comparing symptoms last night at dinner and it seems likely that it was merely coincidence that we were both sick because her symptoms were flu-like and mine were completely not. J1 marveled that we both came back sick because she and J2 were fine, but BFT pointed out that they get out a lot more than either of us, so get exposed to many, many more people (and germs) than do we, and are likely hardier because of it. I think there's a fault in that logic somewhere (because I work at the Department of Social Services, for instance, and even though I don't see my clients, I see my coworkers who see their clients), but whatever. We got sick and they didn't. Nor did their parents. Oh, well. Would still go on another cruise.

My sister tells me that she yelled at the Gecko to take a shower and put on clean clothing on the day that the Gecko spent extra time here because Bird was driving to Maryland to fetch Niece for visitation. Bird also informed her that she should spend some of her extra pay (Bird paid her for that extra time) on getting a non-drivers ID, then get herself enrolled in school to do something with her life. The Gecko did smell noticeably less nasty when I took her home on that Monday morning, but it didn't last. By last week, she was unwashed and wearing the same clothing she'd been wearing for a fortnight again, so that I could tell she'd been sleeping on my throw pillows. I swear she does it on purpose: I usually take the throw pillows off the couch in the morning, but on those days that I don't, she seems to always lie down on the couch and take a nap, so of course I can smell her on my pillows. Gross -- and unwashable on some of them because the covers don't come off. At least some of them came from garage sales, so it's not a huge expense if I have to throw them out.

I finally stopped to see Grama the other afternoon. I'd finished the antibiotics and wasn't coughing quite as much, so figured it was safe to go in (there's a huge sign on the door that advises people who are sick to stay the hell out because of the vulnerable population). She was delighted to see me, and I got to tell her the Saga Of The Missing Luggage, and show her the few photos on my phone. I should probably go back with Jack this weekend, but don't think I'm going to make it.

Possibly because it is now September and fall is coming, but I am getting antsy about the house again. I asked on FB if anyone knew of a good handyman, and got the usual crickets. The first response was just someone clicking the "like" button. What good is that? That doesn't help at all. *sigh* My sister said she'd ask Number Five, but I don't like Number Five. I was iffy about him before, but when he forebade her to have Jack in the house -- despite the fact that he knows Jack won't do any damage as long as there is a person in the house -- well, that made up my mind for me. (And that was before I learned that they fly a Confederate flag. Ugh.) Still, I suppose if he's willing to help, I can feed him pizza and beer just as easily as I can feed my friends.
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Monday. Why is it always Monday? I didn't sleep well (after the excitement -- fight or flight -- of the bat), plus I didn't get to bed until an hour or more after my usual bedtime, plus it was Sunday night, when I often don't sleep well, anyway. So I'm not particularly bright and shiny this morning.

One of the things I am doing this week is a bit of cleaning so that I don't return home to a mess. I was vacuuming yesterday and moved the chair in the living room to clean behind it -- after picking up all of the bits of litter in front of it. I found another pile of used Q-Tip ends, a drink-mix tube, and a sunflower seed. I knew, of course, that she completely ignored my prohibition on eating in the living room, but the sunflower seed really pissed me off. And then I found the cup ring on my piano.

She's been putting drinks on my piano. There's a TV tray right next to the chair and it's there for a reason! And still she puts things on the piano. I also noticed that she's been shoving things on the bookshelf on the other side of the chair out of her way; my little Eiffel Tower figure was knocked all askew and there was a dead mechanical pencil on the shelf.

I am not happy. Did I mention that I was not happy. She is such a useless waste of protoplasm. Honestly, I think I'd be better off to invest in a Resuci-Annie and prop it in that chair.

Sigh.

Mr. and/or Ms. Bat was gone from where I left him and/or her last evening. I was a bit worried because after I set him and/or her on the ground and lifted the baking dish away (and this time, I'm going to hang onto it for the next Bat Emergency because there will be another one), he and/or she just laid and/or crouched there. I hope he and/or she wasn't sick and carried off by one of the feral cats, but I suspect that he and/or she was just stunned because the first time I tried to move him and/or her, before I decided to find something sturdier than cardboard, he and/or she set up such a racket. He and/or she was absolutely outraged and was chittering so loudly that I could hear it across the room (even muffled by Pyrex), and I could count all of his and/or her teeny little teeth. (Picture a teeny-tiny Fizzgig with wings.) So I think he and/or she probably deafened him- and/or herself.

I am hoping today will be quiet at work. I have a meeting this morning, which will, I hope, be short, on how to process spousal long term home health care applications -- there's always some confusion about those, so this is probably a good thing. I want to comb through another section of the SSI cases, and, of course, I need to get my recerts and undercare finished since I won't be around for payroll this month. (Payroll is next Friday, and I'll be in Alaska. Darn.) And my senior started bugging me on Friday about getting pending cases done, even though my pending is really low (since the caseload split) and the ones she's bugging me about aren't due until the end of the month, so I have at least a week and a half after I get back to finish them -- and I've told her repeatedly that I won't deny cases ten days into the process when I have forty-five to get them done, dammit. (Granted, if people haven't responded within those first ten days, it's likely they won't, but jeez.)

Right. I need to go write a note for a gecko informing her that she is not to put things on my piano. And then I need to go hunt up some coasters for when she does it anyway. Stupid cow.

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