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Evidently nothing much happens in December or nothing worth writing about. Temps nose-dived but suddenly I'm having the explosive sneezes and tickle throat of true allergies, which is evidently another December thing. As is the rigid piriformis/ hip flexor thing, in spite of daily stretches. Gevalt.
Someone on the neighbourhood FB was asking if anyone had spare wool. Her mother, moved to a retirement home, was bored out of her skull and about to take up knitting. After ascertaining that acrylic was acceptable, I offered my second huge hank of cherry coloured wool and stuck it in my mailbox for pick-up, since my mailbox is still empty in spite of noises from the feds about ending the strike. She fetched it tonight, with thanks. That's about the only thing that's happened this week.
I was doing well with the bike machine but lassitude has hit. I also have the radio on to drown out the worrying, possible, sound of the toilet leaking, which it still does from time to time. The classic station is fine but they repeat the same commercials over and over and over and I'm fed to the back teeth with Heather Reisman (the owner of Canada's answer to Amazon) chatting to ho-ho-holy moly Santa Claus, and the shill for Boomers saying we're being shafted by the guvvmint, we must protest the lack of gerontologists! and we need to send people to private clinics not hospitals! and so on. Sorry, guys, the one generation not being shafted is us. And if course I can't change stations with the remote because it's the wrong remote. Thus I stay on the sofa.
Someone on the neighbourhood FB was asking if anyone had spare wool. Her mother, moved to a retirement home, was bored out of her skull and about to take up knitting. After ascertaining that acrylic was acceptable, I offered my second huge hank of cherry coloured wool and stuck it in my mailbox for pick-up, since my mailbox is still empty in spite of noises from the feds about ending the strike. She fetched it tonight, with thanks. That's about the only thing that's happened this week.
I was doing well with the bike machine but lassitude has hit. I also have the radio on to drown out the worrying, possible, sound of the toilet leaking, which it still does from time to time. The classic station is fine but they repeat the same commercials over and over and over and I'm fed to the back teeth with Heather Reisman (the owner of Canada's answer to Amazon) chatting to ho-ho-holy moly Santa Claus, and the shill for Boomers saying we're being shafted by the guvvmint, we must protest the lack of gerontologists! and we need to send people to private clinics not hospitals! and so on. Sorry, guys, the one generation not being shafted is us. And if course I can't change stations with the remote because it's the wrong remote. Thus I stay on the sofa.