First load of laundry is in the machine. I’m showered and dressed. Higgs is driving me crazy because she wants a treat and I won’t give her one till around 9. Typical morning at FairyChatEstates…
I’m thinking 2 more loads for today, and another for tomorrow. Maybe I’ll just do one more today, leaving 2 for tomorrow. Decisions, decisions…
Blurf.
I’ve started to clean out my desk. It’s therapeutic…
**BBBobbio **- with the aid of a shredder??
I forgot to make ice. Sah-son and I never use ice.
My niece is bringing her daughter so I should put some CapriSun in the fridge for her.
I need to chill I know.
I used to be a calm person, nothing rattled me. Now the smallest thing can send me over the edge.
That’s for tomorrow. 
Thursday is laundry evening for me, since I will use up my last clean underwear and that is the signal to be about washing clothes. 3 loads between 4-9 pm should be doable.
So today is flamethrowers and hand grenades, right? 
Shouldn’t say anything, my desk at work is crammed with files and folders and notepads…unlike my younger colleagues, who keep all of that in their computer.
What can I say, I like paper in my hand.
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Laundry is done. Three loads would have been too much of a challenge to fit on the lines, so 2 it is. And it’s still gloriously cool! 
I should make up a grocery list and head to Food Lion. I will. Eventually.
Naah, shovels and dumpsters.
Didn’t you just go there yesterday? :dubious:
Thanks guys. On a certain level this is old hat for me. One of my earliest memories of my mother is her telling me she wished I had never been born. And there were times when I was growing up that Dad sent me to live with other relatives basically for my own protection. She always had a certain level of paranoid from the time she was little but when I was born she had a sort of depression that never got treated and never went away. There have always been times when just the sound of my voice or the mention of my name can set her off into a full-blown violent manic episode.
I’m used to it - never knew anything else. And when Dad was alive he had a certain way of dealing with it; sometimes by making himself the target but at the least being very vigilant about her “moods”. But in all these years since he’s been gone now BB and others have had to face it. Usually by just not facing it. I’ll be the first one to admit that at her age and with her mental state slipping further than her norm, there just isn’t a lot to be done. But 15 years back when I first said “ya know – we really should address this” -------- big sigh. No one ever listens to the youngest.
I don’t mind for me but more for what it puts everyone else through. Its hard seeing their brains work “well I really want to slip out and see Uncle Kopek but what excuse can I use to slip out?” Oh well, we muddle through and do what we can. And once they go back south we can go back to being our normal kind of abnormal. Until next years visit.
Paper shredders are fine; wood chippers are not. :eek:
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No, yesterday I went to the Dollar store. The day before I went to Food Lion… and forgot to get milk.
SO, now I have milk, and provolone, and fabric softener, plus a stop at the Amish stand enroute yielded sweet corn and PEACHES!!! I wanted a cantaloupe also, but theirs looked nasty. I may zip over to the stand on Loveville Rd and see what they’ve got.
Meanwhile, we’re gonna have peach jam soon, which is good - we’re down to our last jar and part of a jar. And we’re going to have sliced peaches in the freezer for future pies or whatever.
*mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm *peaches…
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So I tried to run a last run over with the vacuum and now it isn’t working.
I think it has a clog somewhere I can’t reach. So dust mop it is and I am done.
Some dumb bitch called me about lowering the rate on my credit cards and when I told her I didn’t have any credit cards she got pissed and hung up on me.
My niece’s daughter is only 11, I have no idea what she is going to do here.
Back to irk, everywhere I look I see something else that needs to be done.
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I usually ask, “Tell me, just how DO you lower the interest rate on an American Express Gold Card?”
AMEX doesn’t charge interest…
I never open mine, a roach lives there.
spidey, your stories were so bad they were almost good. Almost. 
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metal mouse, my younger colleagues are the same way. Me? I put stuff in my 'puter or phone that I won’t remember on my own (meetings, etc), but have an extensive paper file of notes on work that I do. My excuse is that I’m over fifty and blonde, I don’t remember anything.
It’s catch up day at irk. I’ll also be finishing up the recipe book for LittleSis this evening, which is good, because I will be beginning a paid project in my studio Friday.