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Whelp. Two weeks since I posted. Once again, I have not gotten to writing my article for the local paper and it's due Monday. Why do I do this to myself?
House chickens have become unbearable. Now sleeping with the windows open, even when it's not quite warm enough. The bathroom is so small we can't put a larger box in there, and they've reached the point where they eat and shit so fast you can't keep up with putting paper in and removing it.
Hummingbirds have been back for a week now; that's an early return. Things are blooming earlier than usual; I've got amsonia in full bloom and it normally blooms midsummer here. It and the anemones are blooming at the same time; that ain't right. Hell, the roses have started blooming, and they normally don't go until June! At this rate, my cousin will be right about us needing to plant orange trees.
Passed the first TB test; another one in a couple of weeks. Since I told them I didn't think I'd ever had chicken pox, they ran that test. Sure enough, I've never had it. So, I get to tell the doctor that ha ha I was right, but now I have to decide whether to fork over the $300 for the chicken pox vaccine. Along with the price, there is the problem of it being a live vaccine, which might not play nice with my shitty immune system.
I need it to rain for about a week, so I can get the house cleaned up, get seeds started in containers, and catch up on writing. Took a couple of days off this week because I had some sort of virus living in my guts, but didn't get anything done those days other than spend time in the bathroom with the chickens. And today I got offered a job vanishing windows; I had to turn it down even though it would probably be $20 an hour. It's the ex, and he knows I brush faster than he does and he hates varnish because it runs so easily. But I can't keep up with my own jobs, and while I actually sort of enjoy doing brush work, I have to pass on it.
I have my first job for hospice; I'll be working with the librarian. She's going to be gone for two weeks, so I wont' be starting until she gets back and we can get together. I think I can't actually have a client until I pass the second TB test.
*sigh*
House chickens have become unbearable. Now sleeping with the windows open, even when it's not quite warm enough. The bathroom is so small we can't put a larger box in there, and they've reached the point where they eat and shit so fast you can't keep up with putting paper in and removing it.
Hummingbirds have been back for a week now; that's an early return. Things are blooming earlier than usual; I've got amsonia in full bloom and it normally blooms midsummer here. It and the anemones are blooming at the same time; that ain't right. Hell, the roses have started blooming, and they normally don't go until June! At this rate, my cousin will be right about us needing to plant orange trees.
Passed the first TB test; another one in a couple of weeks. Since I told them I didn't think I'd ever had chicken pox, they ran that test. Sure enough, I've never had it. So, I get to tell the doctor that ha ha I was right, but now I have to decide whether to fork over the $300 for the chicken pox vaccine. Along with the price, there is the problem of it being a live vaccine, which might not play nice with my shitty immune system.
I need it to rain for about a week, so I can get the house cleaned up, get seeds started in containers, and catch up on writing. Took a couple of days off this week because I had some sort of virus living in my guts, but didn't get anything done those days other than spend time in the bathroom with the chickens. And today I got offered a job vanishing windows; I had to turn it down even though it would probably be $20 an hour. It's the ex, and he knows I brush faster than he does and he hates varnish because it runs so easily. But I can't keep up with my own jobs, and while I actually sort of enjoy doing brush work, I have to pass on it.
I have my first job for hospice; I'll be working with the librarian. She's going to be gone for two weeks, so I wont' be starting until she gets back and we can get together. I think I can't actually have a client until I pass the second TB test.
*sigh*