I feel slightly better, mental-health wise, today. Had a proper dinner (scrambled eggs, some slices of cheese, and a much-anticipated cuppa tea) after work & slept well.
Awoke to all the old negative demons, though (“You’re a failure! Unlovable hot mess, see how shabby your home looks?” etc.) and it’s tough to shove them away.
But as a distraction, I got the main litter box clean, took out all the trash, and dragged in a few potted plants before I really risk losing them to a freeze.
Sadly, I need to clean my shower before I can take one. Ugh.
Okay, no focusing on that.
I gotta fire up the Big Laptop and submit that underemployment application today, too. I think that will help my mental state as well as my bank account.
I also need eggs & a few other cheap necessities, so that gives me a reason to put on pants & get some fresh air. Oh, and apparently we need kitty litter, again, as well.
Our house came with beige carpet in all rooms but the kitchen and loo. All walls are a pale beige that Lady SCAdian calls “builders’ beige”. The girls repainted their bedrooms (two shades of orange in one, pink in the other), but after ten years everything else is still unchanged.
I have two heating/ac worker bee guys in my basement. My furnace has been deciding to not heat for the last 4 days. So I’ve been living at 55 degrees. It will heat for a few hours then turn off, now it won’t heat at all. I’ve been loving my down comforter, I’ll tell you that. Cats seem absolutely unbothered by it all.
I do not want them to come upstairs and tell me I need a new $3,000 furnace. I do not have $3,000 in quick reach. I barely have $3,000 in slooow reach.
Coffee was tasty this morning and hot. Folgers and Keurig, a lovely match. Occasionally I pop in a flavored pod but this old girl grew up on Folgers. As soon as the mumbling guys banging on my furnace leave I’ll work on brunch. The covers were so warm this morning I just stayed under and read. My housemate had to work at her desk in her room, wearing fingerless gloves no doubt.
The 3 kitties have all scampered downstairs to supervisor the furnace diagnosis, getting them back upstairs will be fun, a can of tuna may be involved.
Hope all are safe and dry from Zeta and enjoying their morning and afternoon.
No, I don’t have some programme set up to summon me to the MMP if someone mentions bees, it’s just instinct.
Having a nice week of doing very very little (bar applying for things). It’s not exactly a horrendous storm here, but it is raining, as it has been most of the week, so even just going out for a nice walk isn’t so appealing. I will be heading out to the shops shortly, which is about as thrilling as the day will get. Maybe I’ll run the vacuum round a bit, or maybe not. It ain’t like anyone else is coming over.
Dad and mom used MJB, so that’s what we had in the house when I was growing up.
I get my coffee from Community Coffee in Louisiana. I’ve always liked the coffee when I visited New Orleans, so for many years I’ve been having it delivered. It’s handy not having to go out to buy coffee. They also have frequent sales. Last month it was 35% off! With no tax and free shipping, my 32 pounds of Dark Roast, Café Special, and House Blend ended up costing $4.87 per pound. And it’s good!
TVCTPMO: “The volume is 58k today”
Me: “That’s normal”
TVCTPMO: “we’re sending it all at once”
Me: “That’s not ideal”
TVCTPMO: “most of the sorters called out hungover, so most of the packages don’t have sorting tags.”
Me: “Uhhhh…”
Also me: “[Young Frankenstein]Could be worse, could be raining![/Young Frankenstein]”
TVCTPMO: : rains on the quarter mile walk to the employee lot :
Me: : pours bourbon in morning corn flakes:
: shoves demons down 3 flights of stairs :
{{{{shoe}}}}
Decided fresh air was most important. Got eggs’n’stuff at WallyWorld, and splurged on a box of the pre-sliced marble cake, which is now becoming breakfast.
Being able to have cake for breakfast is one of my favourite things about being a Proper Adult. No-one can stop me except me, and I’m not going to. Nyah.
Started the day with a cheese omelet, some fried taters and fresh OJ and coffee.
Did the video thing with my kids yesterday. Man, it was good to see their faces. Turns out that my youngest son and his wife had a Covid scare. They both got deathly ill with strep, but had other symptoms that prompted them to get tested. Turned out negative, but it took four days to get the damn results. In the meantime, they both quarantined at home with no interaction with their kids. My daughter reported that she had been feeling dizzy and nauseated and head-achy, and her son was having some symptoms, also. Turns out that she had a gas leak in her fireplace. She’s lucky the place didn’t explode. Maybe my blood pressure is better off not having any interaction with them!
Trying to work up the energy to tackle the latest drawer slide collapse in the kitchen, but first I have to find the energy to get dressed.
My voter registration card showed up today! It’s my only free day during early voting, so what fabulous (and last minute) timing.
Got my ballot dropped off, had a pleasant chat with the clerk about my address (moving from TX to Michigan attracts attention, especially with winter coming on) and am glad I got to participate.
I don’t know the stages of grief but I am firmly in the angry stage at this point. He just will not quit begging to go home. He looks better today. So as a compromise, I have agreed we will go home with home health care, continue medications as now, teledoc the doctors and bob’s your uncle. None of this will happen until tomorrow so who knows.
I am over the entire mess. He wants to die like right away. I told him we have no control over that.
I want to go clear out my hotel room even though it’s paid through tonight and try to get Buddy home before five and come back in the morning to get him. But, that may or may not happen. I can’t predict the next five minutes. I just want to scream. At this point I may need the psychiatrist.
Our family Dr is great and will prescribe him something I’m sure. Sorry to be so pissy but I know y’all care at least. I have Valium and am gonna take one.
Duly noted😋. You might know girls are doing a lot of the work.
My furnace repair guys were sweet ‘Nebraska Nice‘ young men. I may not have the ocean within reach but repair people treat you like they’d want their grandmother treated (I asked them what they would tell their grandmother if she was in my situation, they did).
I NEED A NEW FURNACE, DAMMIT!! Don’t have that pile of money just sitting around of course. They will install a furnace, 24months payment plan, no interest so I will be able to do it, but ouch!, I’m sure % is built into the price.
In the mean time, an estimator is going to come out today as soon as she can and give me prices and then I will have to choose my next move. I’m sure the sticker shock will be daunting. The Heating/AC company will drop off a couple of Electric heaters for us to keep warm with until my furnace is either repaired or replaced and the weather is supposed to trend towards warmer for the weekend. If push comes to shove I can drive 5 miles and stay at my daughter’s with Hattie the beloved grandgirl, so no need to worry about me and my old bones freezing.
If course the car’s check emission system light came on yesterday and I’m having to deal with that too. That is probably only a new O2 sensor and oil change level of cost but still needs juggling in a one car household with a teenager that needs driven to and from school (in my day kids…to school. Said teenager rolls her eyes. I think: “you should have thought of that before you applied to the chic rich kid school all the way across town. Walk to the bus stop and ride the bus, dammit! You are not a rock star!”).
So I’m in the orifice today, and I went to the kitchen for a cuppa joe. I look around while it’s brewing and spy a jar on the counter. ‘Nut topping’. What? How would you even use that?
In all seriousness, not a bad idea. Honestly, I can’t even imagine what you’re going through right now. It sounds so overwhelming. Please use whatever resources are available to help you cope. (Including being pissy in the MMP!)
Evening, mumpers! Busy bee here today too, but just about done with irk for the day.
{{{{{Butters and hubs}}}}} I have nothing to add but virtual hugs to you, it must be an awful time for you but you’ve had great advice from folks who know what they’re talking about…and that’s why I love this place.
{{{{{shoe}}}}} my house is a fixer-upper, except it’s been like that for more than 20 years. The time, money and inclination to do the fixing-up has never all been there at the same time. Apathy sets in, we just can’t be bothered. So we learn to live with it, and don’t invite folks round so it’s just us who have to put up with it. The place is reasonably clean, the roof is sound, the walls aren’t falling apart around us yet, so it’s ok. Maybe one day we’ll do something, maybe we won’t. But as far as I’m concerned, there’s no shame in not being houseproud. I’ve got better things to do with my time.
Nut cake for breakfast sounds delightfully decadent and should be a law now!
Time to log off now, dinner needs to be cooked so that I am parked on the sofa in a couple of hours time, ready for my favourite singer to be doing another session “live from the living room in Spain”. It’s a good thing he has such a huge living room, he’s got to fit a lot of us in there!
With no tax and free shipping, my 32 pounds of Dark Roast, Café Special, and House Blend ended up costing $4.87 per pound. And it’s 
