Creepy Critters
It's so nice to be able to put everything back together in the kitchen and my room...in my own time. No deadlines, no pressure, trying to get too many things done, in too short a time; and knowing all the time that you're never going to be able to do it. To just be able to go at a pace where I'm able to think clearly, stop and rest whenever I want. And quit when I want. I can get so much more done that way. And I'm not constantly on the verge of snapping.
While I was emptying the cabinets, I was sneezing, breaking out in hives all over my body, and having a very scary asthma attack. I am deathly allergic to cockroaches. I got somewhat better when I took the cats to my mother's. And when I came home, after they'd sprayed, I wasn't nearly as bad. I was too tired to get anything done last night, when I got home.
I felt so sorry for the poor kitties. First I trick them into the carrying cases. Then I put them in a car (Smokey's never even been outside more than 10 seconds). When I finally let them out, they're left alone, in this strange room, with all these weird smells and piles and pilesof decades' worth of hoarded magazines, pudding containers, an ancient computer and printer, an even more ancient typewriter, and various and sundry other weird stuff. They were so good, though. They never made a peep, and Flower, after a few minutes of exploring and sniffing, made himself at home on the computer desk. I decided later to see how they were doing, and Flower came and planted himself on my lap. When I went out, Smokey started his usual yowling, but got over it quick. My mother loved them.
When I finally took them home, I never saw such happy kitties in my life. I didn't even have Smokey's case halfway unzipped before he squeezed his way out. Flower was a little hesitant at first, but it didn't take him long. I think they were exhausted from the anxiety of being in a strange, new environment, and they both passed out on my bed; one at one end, the other at the opposite end, in exactly the same position. If I hadn't been so lazy, I could have taken a picture of them. They were so cute. Since I've been working on the kitchen, they've been making me crazy, climbing into cabinets, deliberately trying to get in my way, just being brats.
When I started putting things back, the hives came back in full force. But thankfully, no sinus symptoms or asthma. My face is still covered in hives. The itching is driving me crazy.
I've rearranged stuff in a much more logical order than Naomi had stuff. For some reason, she had 4 half cartons of salt, four bottles of cinnamon, two of which weren't even opened yet, no ground pepper or even peppercorns, and a huge accumulation of different types of tea, only one or two of which she ever drank. In her bottom cabinet on the right, she had the most ridiculous conglomeration of bits and pieces and odds and ends, with no rhyme or reason or any kind of order. For some reason, her and I are obsessive-compulsive in opposite directions. She HAS to have a super clean house, but accomplishes it by taking all the clutter, and throwing it haphazardly into cupboards and closets. I'm not exactly Susie Homemaker, but I HAVE to have orderly cabinets, or I go crazy. Everything has to be in a specific spot. If it's moved, I freak out. When she was here, I only had one cabinet for my food, spices, canned goods, etc., and nowhere to put my pots and pans and dishes, so they ended up in the broken dishwasher. I had to move the garbage, anytime I wanted to get a dish out. Now I have a cabinet for my dishes, my food and teas (most of which are ones Naomi left, that are still good), one for my pots and pans, and two drawers...one for my silverware and one for my utensils. It's so nice to have some order to things. I've also gotten Don's dishes and silverware and utensils put back, too. I kept them pretty much in the same places Naomi had them, so he wouldn't get confused, but more orderly. All I have left is a few of my canned goods, and his pots and pans and tupperware. Yay, the light at the end of the tunnel. Next it's my room, but that'll be easy.
The dew point temperature today was negative ten degrees. So aside from my facing itching like mad from hives, it was burning like it was on fire, it was so dry. It' been beautiful, in the mid to upper 60's for the past week or so. Tomorrow it's supposed to jump 9 degrees to the upper 70's, and the mid to upper 80's by the middle of the coming week. Ugh.
I see Dr. Franzetti on Tuesday. It sounds crazy, but I actually look forward to that. He listens, he doesn't try to force anything on me, or talk down to me. He's just a real, down to earth, good guy. I'm going to tell him about my crazy rapid cycling, and mixed episodes, and my meltdown the other day. I don't know what he's going to say.
I lead such a mundane life. Doesn't make for the most inspiring posts, sometimes. Like everybody wants to hear about my pots and pans and hives. Actually, I have had a lot of ideas of stuff I want to do. I just haven't written about them, because I don't know if I'll get to do them. I keep catching myself trying to get something done, but getting lost in my thoughts, not even realizing I'm staring off into space, fabricating ideas on how to make these ideas reality.
Well, enough rambling for one night. Lots to do tomorrow.
Love, me <3
While I was emptying the cabinets, I was sneezing, breaking out in hives all over my body, and having a very scary asthma attack. I am deathly allergic to cockroaches. I got somewhat better when I took the cats to my mother's. And when I came home, after they'd sprayed, I wasn't nearly as bad. I was too tired to get anything done last night, when I got home.
I felt so sorry for the poor kitties. First I trick them into the carrying cases. Then I put them in a car (Smokey's never even been outside more than 10 seconds). When I finally let them out, they're left alone, in this strange room, with all these weird smells and piles and pilesof decades' worth of hoarded magazines, pudding containers, an ancient computer and printer, an even more ancient typewriter, and various and sundry other weird stuff. They were so good, though. They never made a peep, and Flower, after a few minutes of exploring and sniffing, made himself at home on the computer desk. I decided later to see how they were doing, and Flower came and planted himself on my lap. When I went out, Smokey started his usual yowling, but got over it quick. My mother loved them.
When I finally took them home, I never saw such happy kitties in my life. I didn't even have Smokey's case halfway unzipped before he squeezed his way out. Flower was a little hesitant at first, but it didn't take him long. I think they were exhausted from the anxiety of being in a strange, new environment, and they both passed out on my bed; one at one end, the other at the opposite end, in exactly the same position. If I hadn't been so lazy, I could have taken a picture of them. They were so cute. Since I've been working on the kitchen, they've been making me crazy, climbing into cabinets, deliberately trying to get in my way, just being brats.
When I started putting things back, the hives came back in full force. But thankfully, no sinus symptoms or asthma. My face is still covered in hives. The itching is driving me crazy.
I've rearranged stuff in a much more logical order than Naomi had stuff. For some reason, she had 4 half cartons of salt, four bottles of cinnamon, two of which weren't even opened yet, no ground pepper or even peppercorns, and a huge accumulation of different types of tea, only one or two of which she ever drank. In her bottom cabinet on the right, she had the most ridiculous conglomeration of bits and pieces and odds and ends, with no rhyme or reason or any kind of order. For some reason, her and I are obsessive-compulsive in opposite directions. She HAS to have a super clean house, but accomplishes it by taking all the clutter, and throwing it haphazardly into cupboards and closets. I'm not exactly Susie Homemaker, but I HAVE to have orderly cabinets, or I go crazy. Everything has to be in a specific spot. If it's moved, I freak out. When she was here, I only had one cabinet for my food, spices, canned goods, etc., and nowhere to put my pots and pans and dishes, so they ended up in the broken dishwasher. I had to move the garbage, anytime I wanted to get a dish out. Now I have a cabinet for my dishes, my food and teas (most of which are ones Naomi left, that are still good), one for my pots and pans, and two drawers...one for my silverware and one for my utensils. It's so nice to have some order to things. I've also gotten Don's dishes and silverware and utensils put back, too. I kept them pretty much in the same places Naomi had them, so he wouldn't get confused, but more orderly. All I have left is a few of my canned goods, and his pots and pans and tupperware. Yay, the light at the end of the tunnel. Next it's my room, but that'll be easy.
The dew point temperature today was negative ten degrees. So aside from my facing itching like mad from hives, it was burning like it was on fire, it was so dry. It' been beautiful, in the mid to upper 60's for the past week or so. Tomorrow it's supposed to jump 9 degrees to the upper 70's, and the mid to upper 80's by the middle of the coming week. Ugh.
I see Dr. Franzetti on Tuesday. It sounds crazy, but I actually look forward to that. He listens, he doesn't try to force anything on me, or talk down to me. He's just a real, down to earth, good guy. I'm going to tell him about my crazy rapid cycling, and mixed episodes, and my meltdown the other day. I don't know what he's going to say.
I lead such a mundane life. Doesn't make for the most inspiring posts, sometimes. Like everybody wants to hear about my pots and pans and hives. Actually, I have had a lot of ideas of stuff I want to do. I just haven't written about them, because I don't know if I'll get to do them. I keep catching myself trying to get something done, but getting lost in my thoughts, not even realizing I'm staring off into space, fabricating ideas on how to make these ideas reality.
Well, enough rambling for one night. Lots to do tomorrow.
Love, me <3