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Monday, monday...
Jun. 21st, 2004 01:23 pmLast night, boy decided that since he was still mowing the yard at 6:30 and needed to eat and take a shower and call his dad, he'd skip band practice. So, after doing all of that, we headed for the hills to watch the sun set over the valley, behind the Alleghenies.
I danced as the sun set and I twirled as the solstice passed. I called out the names of the stars as they twinkled into view and laughed at Jupiter's bright glow. It was chilly, breezy, and hinted of autumn--so odd for midsummer--but that breeze's whiffs were pure summer. I taunted the ragweed and chirped at the lightning bugs. I revelled in wearing wool and velvet at Midsummer.
We came home and sat around for a bit, listening to Subshock.
Today, I've spoken with the landlord and a flooring guy. When we're gone in July, they're going to be in here working. The landlord will rip up the flooring and molding in the bathroom, making repairs to the subfloor as needed. The flooring guy will lay down the new floor (and possibly subfloor) and vinyl. The landlord will make sure the seals around the toilet and tub are secure (they are currently both leaking into the flooring. EW!) and the landlord will try to have the place well aired out before we return. He's also going to try to do the porch ceiling while we're gone.
So far today, I've also sorted out the laundry, washed two loads, talked to my father, and hung up some of my clothing. I've folded towels and now need to fold sheets and some undies. I need to hang up some of my shirts to dry.
I also need to shower and go to CVS. I'm out of Keppra and if I go much more than one or two more hours, I'll have to pay with a nasty headache of doom. It's already twinging, so I should get my ass down to CVS.
It irks me that my doctors try drugs on me that not only do nothing for pain, they cause physical addiction so that if I *don't* take them, I end up having worse problems.
I made better KoolAid, too. The apple frost flavor is bland and boring. Orange is so much better. I should get to the market to buy some ¡Manzana! flavor. I like that one better.
I should schedule a transmission flush. I have a coupon for Merchant, perhaps I'll go there.
All that to do and I just want to vegetate. I'm tired and sore and horribly achy.
I danced as the sun set and I twirled as the solstice passed. I called out the names of the stars as they twinkled into view and laughed at Jupiter's bright glow. It was chilly, breezy, and hinted of autumn--so odd for midsummer--but that breeze's whiffs were pure summer. I taunted the ragweed and chirped at the lightning bugs. I revelled in wearing wool and velvet at Midsummer.
We came home and sat around for a bit, listening to Subshock.
Today, I've spoken with the landlord and a flooring guy. When we're gone in July, they're going to be in here working. The landlord will rip up the flooring and molding in the bathroom, making repairs to the subfloor as needed. The flooring guy will lay down the new floor (and possibly subfloor) and vinyl. The landlord will make sure the seals around the toilet and tub are secure (they are currently both leaking into the flooring. EW!) and the landlord will try to have the place well aired out before we return. He's also going to try to do the porch ceiling while we're gone.
So far today, I've also sorted out the laundry, washed two loads, talked to my father, and hung up some of my clothing. I've folded towels and now need to fold sheets and some undies. I need to hang up some of my shirts to dry.
I also need to shower and go to CVS. I'm out of Keppra and if I go much more than one or two more hours, I'll have to pay with a nasty headache of doom. It's already twinging, so I should get my ass down to CVS.
It irks me that my doctors try drugs on me that not only do nothing for pain, they cause physical addiction so that if I *don't* take them, I end up having worse problems.
I made better KoolAid, too. The apple frost flavor is bland and boring. Orange is so much better. I should get to the market to buy some ¡Manzana! flavor. I like that one better.
I should schedule a transmission flush. I have a coupon for Merchant, perhaps I'll go there.
All that to do and I just want to vegetate. I'm tired and sore and horribly achy.
