Feet Dragging
The negative aura of my birthday week continued last night after we got into bed and the CFO at the Meat Packer was texting me that they were having issues. Their internet was completely down, as well as their backup line... which negates the purpose of a backup line. This has happened several times now, mostly due to construction in the area. It eventually came back up but was a stressful 25 minutes as the CFO was in northern Wisconsin, which meant I was on the line to have to go there if AT&T needed to come out.
We ran to get groceries this morning. The bill was around $210. We grabbed a bit more than usual, getting a few sales things, but still seemed exorbitant. We had a decent amount of food in our "prepper pantry" the past three years and I think it really did a lot to save us money when food prices started skyrocketing (thanks to liberals and their failed, non-elected "president"). But, the food we had in backup has whittled down. Some of the Rice-a-Roni we didn't get to before it expired. We'd been eating a lot for dinners and just got tired of it. We are both difficult to cook for, especially me because I just don't know what I want from day to day for dinner. So "meal planning" isn't a skill for me.
It really is looking like the vegetable garden will spend another year incomplete. We can't seem to get bulk dirt anywhere. The places we've tried all said they are "low" or "out"... which seems stupid as this is the biggest time of the year for it. I've never had it happen before. I've always just walked in and ordered the soil with no issue at places. Will they blame the "pandemic" for this like with all the other shortages?
This new dilemma has somewhat killed some of our motivation for out there. Not to mention having our weekend time cut in half by having social obligations. We could just try to do bagged soil for the two 17" tall beds, but that would still likely be 15 or 20 bags of soil/compost each... and that is if we fill the bottoms with leaf mold and sticks/logs. That's a lot of trips to Menards. I suppose we really could use a pick-up truck.
We need to get two cattle panels as well from Tractor Supply to make the trellis arches we planned on. This will require taking the top off the Jeep so we can strap them to the roll bars. At 16 feet long it's going to be a bit of a clown show. But, we should be able to take back roads home and avoid being in traffic with them.
None of this stuff is hard, it's all a matter of motivation. And mine is killed right now with having to do these weekend plans with other folks. I feel embittered about it. Partially because my suggestion of going down the road to the local bar while we were off seemingly was of no interest to anyone, so if I press the issue folks might feel obligated to go when they don't want to... which just takes the fun away. I had these same issues years ago when I lived in the city. No one ever wanted to do the spontaneous day drinking thing that often. It was like pulling teeth. It was part of the impetus behind my just going out alone all the time.
I talked to my mom yesterday. No mention was made of my sister's text message on my birthday. I know she's genuinely and clinically narcissistic, but it just blows my mind she'd text me even thinking for a second I'd respond. She must really think I am that stupid. How does she not know I am onto her? Next thing you know she'll write me some long, self-righteous letter like she tried with my brother.
The cicada song was going when I got up to feed the cats at 5:15 this morning. It's the first time it was audible that early. The previous five or six days it only started after the sun was up. I think because it was a bit warm and balmy earlier. I swear it sounds like some UFO death ray from a 50s sci-fi movie.
We ran to get groceries this morning. The bill was around $210. We grabbed a bit more than usual, getting a few sales things, but still seemed exorbitant. We had a decent amount of food in our "prepper pantry" the past three years and I think it really did a lot to save us money when food prices started skyrocketing (thanks to liberals and their failed, non-elected "president"). But, the food we had in backup has whittled down. Some of the Rice-a-Roni we didn't get to before it expired. We'd been eating a lot for dinners and just got tired of it. We are both difficult to cook for, especially me because I just don't know what I want from day to day for dinner. So "meal planning" isn't a skill for me.
It really is looking like the vegetable garden will spend another year incomplete. We can't seem to get bulk dirt anywhere. The places we've tried all said they are "low" or "out"... which seems stupid as this is the biggest time of the year for it. I've never had it happen before. I've always just walked in and ordered the soil with no issue at places. Will they blame the "pandemic" for this like with all the other shortages?
This new dilemma has somewhat killed some of our motivation for out there. Not to mention having our weekend time cut in half by having social obligations. We could just try to do bagged soil for the two 17" tall beds, but that would still likely be 15 or 20 bags of soil/compost each... and that is if we fill the bottoms with leaf mold and sticks/logs. That's a lot of trips to Menards. I suppose we really could use a pick-up truck.
We need to get two cattle panels as well from Tractor Supply to make the trellis arches we planned on. This will require taking the top off the Jeep so we can strap them to the roll bars. At 16 feet long it's going to be a bit of a clown show. But, we should be able to take back roads home and avoid being in traffic with them.
None of this stuff is hard, it's all a matter of motivation. And mine is killed right now with having to do these weekend plans with other folks. I feel embittered about it. Partially because my suggestion of going down the road to the local bar while we were off seemingly was of no interest to anyone, so if I press the issue folks might feel obligated to go when they don't want to... which just takes the fun away. I had these same issues years ago when I lived in the city. No one ever wanted to do the spontaneous day drinking thing that often. It was like pulling teeth. It was part of the impetus behind my just going out alone all the time.
I talked to my mom yesterday. No mention was made of my sister's text message on my birthday. I know she's genuinely and clinically narcissistic, but it just blows my mind she'd text me even thinking for a second I'd respond. She must really think I am that stupid. How does she not know I am onto her? Next thing you know she'll write me some long, self-righteous letter like she tried with my brother.
The cicada song was going when I got up to feed the cats at 5:15 this morning. It's the first time it was audible that early. The previous five or six days it only started after the sun was up. I think because it was a bit warm and balmy earlier. I swear it sounds like some UFO death ray from a 50s sci-fi movie.