Monthly Archives: June 2011
Another clean out day
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Another day at the MIL’s house and we’ve reached the front half of the basement on our cleanup. We’re about two-thirds through that section now. The part we dread is the last section where all the tools, wood my FIL had stashed for projects he never made, and jars of thirty some year old pickles reside. EWWWW!
Oh, yeah then there all the bottles of thirty-eight year old home-made wine we have to empty and toss away. EWWWW again! I have no idea how old the cans of beer are that are down there but Dad died in 1995 and Mom didn’t drink beer….
The neighbor’s son loaded two PVC lounge chairs, one PVC table, and four PVC chairs into my car. We then crammed two lounge chair cushions in along with several other items. Unfortunately, I couldn’t bring the kid home with me to unload the car….
All of the furniture was filthy from being stored for in the garage for years so after I got it into the yard I had to scrub it all. It looks rather nice out in the yard.
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OMG cut off from the internet!
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Something chewed through my modem’s power cord today. To say that I was upset is an understatement. Me panic? Hell, yes! I called my provider and told them my cord was shredded. They are sending me a new modem, but the tech suggested I try Radio Shack for a power cord.
I made a wild dash to the nearest Radio Shack and practically threw the cord at the poor clerk, “Do have one of these? Please tell me yes.”
He found one and I went home feeling happy until I tried to plug it into my modem—it didn’t fit! I hopped into my car and returned to the store. This time I took the modem with me.
I breathed a sigh of relief when the clerk found the correct adapt a tip for my new power cord and had my modem up and running in no time.
Don’t worry the dogs survived my tirade. For once, it wasn’t one of them that caused the destruction. It was the paper shredder.
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Almost done with the planting
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I spent the day in the gardens planting flowers. The weather was perfect for it. We had a comfortable day with cool breezes and low humidity.
I’m down to finding places for five large cannas and a bunch of elephant ears. I’m going to have to dig out flowers to put them in. This won’t be a problem. The moss rose, Echinacea, and calendulas are taking over. I’ve begun pulling them like weeds. There’s also a large quantity of sedum coming up in every flowerbed.
Can incoherent scribbling become cohesive writing?
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The writer in me is restless but can’t seem to find the words to put down on the pages. Instead, I find I’m scribbling ideas on note cards and stacking them on my desk to do something with them later. Although avoiding my garden’s siren call is difficult, maybe this lovely change in the weather will help to inspire me to sit down and organize my scribbles into a coherent package. I need to get more words on the page and fewer half-baked ideas on note cards.
My note card stack has reached toppling level. Walk past my desk, the stack wobbles and threatens to fall. Even the dogs have learned to tip-toe past.
I have blank note cards with pens in every room of the house, my car, and my purse. No idea has gone off into the ozone over the last month, which is quite an improvement over recent months.
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Let the TrueBlood marathon begin
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Back last year I preordered the third season of TrueBlood. Night before last I got an e-mail from Amazon saying they’d shipped it. It arrived yesterday afternoon. Yippee! Guess what I’ll be watching with DH every evening. I need to replay several episodes of the last season so we can get back into the story before we start the new ones. Oh heck, I’m betting we start over at the beginning again.
I got DH hooked on TrueBlood when I bought the first season. He was even looking forward to the second season when it came out. I’d no sooner told him that Amazon had said they’d sent the third season when the mail carrier opened our screen door and placed the package between the doors. Talk about a surprise.
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Where did that clerk go?
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Woo wee, we had another humid and hot day today. I got out and enjoyed it. I dug out the pitchfork and turned the soil by the back fence. Then later, when the sun was off the area, I planted four more tomato plants, two cucumber plants, and three different types of eggplant. That means I have five different types of eggplant in the ground now. Two are in a pot along the side of the house.
I made a run over to Home Depot, which was not the smartest thing to do today. I struggled with and got my bags of potting soil into a cart but couldn’t find anyone to help me with the mulch. There wasn’t an orange apron to be seen anywhere. Soon, I was too hot and tired to care. I paid for the potting soil, and spray foam insulation for the MIL’s house, and left.
I can go elsewhere for my mulch where they actually are eager to help you and will even load the mulch into the car. Sorry Home Depot you aren’t service oriented and I need help. I can’t load that many heavy bags into my car by myself. After loading two bags, I’m shot.
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