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geek2hipster) wrote2020-06-06 11:07 pm
geek2hipster) wrote2020-06-06 11:07 pm
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Okay, well since Bradley is being so uncool, I named the kiwi Julius Caesar Bonaparte Khan IV because I expect great things. I had also grabbed a cute gardenia topiary for half off and named it Prince Rupert because he's fancy, but a little sickly.
Today was so much, Journal. It was so much. I got up early early and had breakfast and slipped out to meet Hady at the trailhead of a hike we like to go on sometimes, and we did some trail trash pickup while we were there. She carried the bag, I picked up. We kept going when we came out to the street and found...had to be thirty Powerball tickets scattered around, like someone spent too much on the lottery and then threw them all out their window in a temper. You know, among other garbage, like a whole bag of trash, a pizza box, a Fiji bottle. Who the hell buys Fiji and then litters with the bottle!? That's like - I don't know, like buying some charity bracelet to save turtles and then throwing it into the ocean for them to choke on.
After that, we went to the farmer's market and I got a gorgeous loaf of sourdough, and also some gluten free English muffins, a bag of coarse ground coffee, a steak, some tomatoes, chard, carrots, peppers, a cabbage, asparagus - you know, the works!
I had a little meltdown when I saw a tick crawling around on my pants and we aborted mission to rush back for emergency showers, but I think the trail and a little bit of the street looks a lot nicer, and I'm glad I finally got to pick up some local goods. Hady borrowed some sweatpants and a hoodie and I just flopped on the bed in a robe to dry off and relax for a few minutes.
All of a sudden, I hear voices and it's because Bobby came over ("But I'm not wearing pants!!" "So what, babe, neither do the rest of you birds!" "SOME OF US DO.") to show off the new sink and toilet he bought. Turns out he and Stace are going to redo their downstairs bathroom! So after maybe an hour, Stacey came bearing junk food and some paint samples. We got our early thousands vibe on by watching silly old edited Lord of the Rings videos. ("They're taking the hobbits to Isengard-gard-gard-gard, to Isengard, to Isengard!" That was my ringtone back then.) Hady complained that I was throwing away some extra bread on my sandwich, and,
"That's the best part!"
"Wrong-o, the inside is the best part."
"Well excuse me for liking carbs."
That's when Bobby, not listening to any of it because he was still watching LotR memes, said, "Stupid fat hobbit," and Hady immediately said, "HEY." He was so confused, but the timing was perfect.
After THAT, the day got all big again because Bob-o and Stace aren't just redoing the bathroom, they're getting tile in the kitchen and livingroom, too, and obviously Hady and I went to help them get all the stuff in both rooms boxed up and put into the garage in preparation for the contractors to pull out all the big appliances and rip up the flooring. Which I think might be happening on Monday?, but I mean, there's so much in a kitchen and a livingroom, so we were there for like four hours doing that and ugh....oh, I'm getting old. I don't remember my back hurting like this. What happened to my knees, oh my God, where's my walker and pills? Admittedly, a lot of the time spent waiting on hold with the hardware store and wondering what to do next was spent silly dancing to the oldies station. (What can I say, I love bomp-ba-ba-made-up words.)
Anyway, it's still not done, of course. I think Hady offered to go over tomorrow and help more. I.........will see. Bobby does so much for me, so I really should, but my baaaaaccckkkk. I did so much picking-things-up-off-the-ground and carrying-heavy-things today, I didn't even feel up to making dinner. Maybe I can scam Bradley into helping, he's a big strong man. In the meantime, I think I'm getting the vapors and need to have an eleven hour lie-down.
Today was so much, Journal. It was so much. I got up early early and had breakfast and slipped out to meet Hady at the trailhead of a hike we like to go on sometimes, and we did some trail trash pickup while we were there. She carried the bag, I picked up. We kept going when we came out to the street and found...had to be thirty Powerball tickets scattered around, like someone spent too much on the lottery and then threw them all out their window in a temper. You know, among other garbage, like a whole bag of trash, a pizza box, a Fiji bottle. Who the hell buys Fiji and then litters with the bottle!? That's like - I don't know, like buying some charity bracelet to save turtles and then throwing it into the ocean for them to choke on.
After that, we went to the farmer's market and I got a gorgeous loaf of sourdough, and also some gluten free English muffins, a bag of coarse ground coffee, a steak, some tomatoes, chard, carrots, peppers, a cabbage, asparagus - you know, the works!
I had a little meltdown when I saw a tick crawling around on my pants and we aborted mission to rush back for emergency showers, but I think the trail and a little bit of the street looks a lot nicer, and I'm glad I finally got to pick up some local goods. Hady borrowed some sweatpants and a hoodie and I just flopped on the bed in a robe to dry off and relax for a few minutes.
All of a sudden, I hear voices and it's because Bobby came over ("But I'm not wearing pants!!" "So what, babe, neither do the rest of you birds!" "SOME OF US DO.") to show off the new sink and toilet he bought. Turns out he and Stace are going to redo their downstairs bathroom! So after maybe an hour, Stacey came bearing junk food and some paint samples. We got our early thousands vibe on by watching silly old edited Lord of the Rings videos. ("They're taking the hobbits to Isengard-gard-gard-gard, to Isengard, to Isengard!" That was my ringtone back then.) Hady complained that I was throwing away some extra bread on my sandwich, and,
"That's the best part!"
"Wrong-o, the inside is the best part."
"Well excuse me for liking carbs."
That's when Bobby, not listening to any of it because he was still watching LotR memes, said, "Stupid fat hobbit," and Hady immediately said, "HEY." He was so confused, but the timing was perfect.
After THAT, the day got all big again because Bob-o and Stace aren't just redoing the bathroom, they're getting tile in the kitchen and livingroom, too, and obviously Hady and I went to help them get all the stuff in both rooms boxed up and put into the garage in preparation for the contractors to pull out all the big appliances and rip up the flooring. Which I think might be happening on Monday?, but I mean, there's so much in a kitchen and a livingroom, so we were there for like four hours doing that and ugh....oh, I'm getting old. I don't remember my back hurting like this. What happened to my knees, oh my God, where's my walker and pills? Admittedly, a lot of the time spent waiting on hold with the hardware store and wondering what to do next was spent silly dancing to the oldies station. (What can I say, I love bomp-ba-ba-made-up words.)
Anyway, it's still not done, of course. I think Hady offered to go over tomorrow and help more. I.........will see. Bobby does so much for me, so I really should, but my baaaaaccckkkk. I did so much picking-things-up-off-the-ground and carrying-heavy-things today, I didn't even feel up to making dinner. Maybe I can scam Bradley into helping, he's a big strong man. In the meantime, I think I'm getting the vapors and need to have an eleven hour lie-down.