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lsandersonToday, I woke early, but went back to sleep. I stayed up too long doing not much of anything after watching SG1 and Atlantis. I'd stopped by Methodist hospital to see David, but he was sleeping. Laura Jean was there, but I thought it best to leave, and so I did, paying, grumpily, the $2 fee for using the parking lot. I drove home and started the SG marathon. Doing a double espresso around 10:00 pm probably did not contribute to my getting much done...
This morning, I restarted one of the upstairs filters that I'd shut down when I came home to it sounding as if it was going to launch itself. So far, it's running. I loaded the first load of laundry into the washer, carrying most of the tools out of the bathroom downstairs in the process.
After loading the washer, I grabbed the Times, and cereal, and OJ. Pollen counts are high and rising, and my nose can tell it. I should start the nasal steroids.
After reading the paper, I raised the blinds in the kitchen and dinning room. Then started screwing with the windows and screens in the kitchen. Not wise, but it now smells like alcohol and ammonia down there. I like the alcohol, not so much the ammonia. My gallon of alcohol is becoming ridden with rust from the can. I guess I'm not using it up fast enough...
I made a double espresso, and sat out on the back steps, pulling the errant weed, filling the birdbath, watering the fig, and Thong's amaryllis, then hooked the hose up to water the flowers in back. Oddly, there's a couple of potatoes growing the flowers. I'm not sure what the allure is to Thong, but he's done it before. (I remember the dishwasher at the Black Forest Inn, when I ustta work there, who told me one of his schemes was to grow potatoes in barrels -- either to feed himself or to sell and make tons of money -- you may know people who possibly did too many drugs in the 60's, well....)
I'm back upstairs to put on some shorts with pockets and wander off to the lumber yard. I need a low wattage bulb for the basement light in the steps (first time the bulb has gone out since I put the light in), some strips of Velcro to replace the narrow strips Thong peeled off the toilet that hold the two pieces of porcelain that hide where the toilet is bolted down to the floor, and two GFI outlets that match...
Tonight, I'm planning on meeting Karen Cooper at the Art Institute at 4:00, and Purple Rain at First Avenue. (I think I volunteered to help set it up at 4:00... hmm)
This morning, I restarted one of the upstairs filters that I'd shut down when I came home to it sounding as if it was going to launch itself. So far, it's running. I loaded the first load of laundry into the washer, carrying most of the tools out of the bathroom downstairs in the process.
After loading the washer, I grabbed the Times, and cereal, and OJ. Pollen counts are high and rising, and my nose can tell it. I should start the nasal steroids.
After reading the paper, I raised the blinds in the kitchen and dinning room. Then started screwing with the windows and screens in the kitchen. Not wise, but it now smells like alcohol and ammonia down there. I like the alcohol, not so much the ammonia. My gallon of alcohol is becoming ridden with rust from the can. I guess I'm not using it up fast enough...
I made a double espresso, and sat out on the back steps, pulling the errant weed, filling the birdbath, watering the fig, and Thong's amaryllis, then hooked the hose up to water the flowers in back. Oddly, there's a couple of potatoes growing the flowers. I'm not sure what the allure is to Thong, but he's done it before. (I remember the dishwasher at the Black Forest Inn, when I ustta work there, who told me one of his schemes was to grow potatoes in barrels -- either to feed himself or to sell and make tons of money -- you may know people who possibly did too many drugs in the 60's, well....)
I'm back upstairs to put on some shorts with pockets and wander off to the lumber yard. I need a low wattage bulb for the basement light in the steps (first time the bulb has gone out since I put the light in), some strips of Velcro to replace the narrow strips Thong peeled off the toilet that hold the two pieces of porcelain that hide where the toilet is bolted down to the floor, and two GFI outlets that match...
Tonight, I'm planning on meeting Karen Cooper at the Art Institute at 4:00, and Purple Rain at First Avenue. (I think I volunteered to help set it up at 4:00... hmm)
