In the evening of the same day
The bird flu is here, the bird flu is here. Not in people yet. No, we aren't prepared.
I've been cleaning in what was formerly the pantry. Ick. Shall I write what I keep finding? Little tiny white worms. Yes, indeedy. I am innocent! It was out of my hands in the past. I shall destroy them. Eew. There were some seeds up there, and I suppose those and the bad walnuts were the culprits. I've moved the (good) walnuts to the space next to the kitchen. The seeds I passed on to the ex, as they are his. Coriander I believe. I have sweet pea seeds up there, but they are in a glass jar.
I put a lampshade and the cooler in the crawl space, which gives me more room. I cleared space on the top shelf to put my snare drum in its case. The floor is clear except the sacks of torn children's books that supposedly I was going to repair one day. I already threw away some that were in the kid's book and toy space. I'll hopefully go through these with the same hard heart, saving only the most salvageable.
L called today to give me her new phone number. She switched to the new phone company in the end. I should too. (Added to list of things to do found at bottom of pile of letters to answer, forms to fill, notices to read, pictures the kids drew, receipts and bank statements.)
I don't think I mentioned that --oh, maybe I did. Well, I'm still very proud that I made the bathroom faucet stop wiggling. I started working on the handle to the front door, but I think it might be best to just buy a whole new handle/lock set. I also think I have thought of a solution to the continually torn screen problem in the gate. But I will have to buy the materials. I need to measure the areas, and put that info in my bag for when I pass a place that sells such things. I'd like to try to set up a different system to automatically close the gate as well. Durn kids. Another punishment visited on me because of my insensitive and irresponsible youth. I'm SORRY, Dad. You suffered more than I did, seeing it left open. I had it easy just going back to close it. Not like you having to mention it EVERY SINGLE TIME we went in or out. Hell is spending your life saying, "Close the door, please." I expected cute babies to cuddle, not being compelled to recite negative statements unendingly. Ah, well, they're worth it.
I've been cleaning in what was formerly the pantry. Ick. Shall I write what I keep finding? Little tiny white worms. Yes, indeedy. I am innocent! It was out of my hands in the past. I shall destroy them. Eew. There were some seeds up there, and I suppose those and the bad walnuts were the culprits. I've moved the (good) walnuts to the space next to the kitchen. The seeds I passed on to the ex, as they are his. Coriander I believe. I have sweet pea seeds up there, but they are in a glass jar.
I put a lampshade and the cooler in the crawl space, which gives me more room. I cleared space on the top shelf to put my snare drum in its case. The floor is clear except the sacks of torn children's books that supposedly I was going to repair one day. I already threw away some that were in the kid's book and toy space. I'll hopefully go through these with the same hard heart, saving only the most salvageable.
L called today to give me her new phone number. She switched to the new phone company in the end. I should too. (Added to list of things to do found at bottom of pile of letters to answer, forms to fill, notices to read, pictures the kids drew, receipts and bank statements.)
I don't think I mentioned that --oh, maybe I did. Well, I'm still very proud that I made the bathroom faucet stop wiggling. I started working on the handle to the front door, but I think it might be best to just buy a whole new handle/lock set. I also think I have thought of a solution to the continually torn screen problem in the gate. But I will have to buy the materials. I need to measure the areas, and put that info in my bag for when I pass a place that sells such things. I'd like to try to set up a different system to automatically close the gate as well. Durn kids. Another punishment visited on me because of my insensitive and irresponsible youth. I'm SORRY, Dad. You suffered more than I did, seeing it left open. I had it easy just going back to close it. Not like you having to mention it EVERY SINGLE TIME we went in or out. Hell is spending your life saying, "Close the door, please." I expected cute babies to cuddle, not being compelled to recite negative statements unendingly. Ah, well, they're worth it.