Buffy ,'Lessons'
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Yeah, definitely sounds like a cleaner for him would be a good plan...
I was all excited to enjoy my patio this week because it was supposed to be beautiful, and now it is...not really supposed to be beautiful anymore. Apparently I missed it by being in Omaha. Where it was below 50. Grrr. I've been spoiled by this weird un-Seattle spring we've been having!
Yeah, he wouldn't care. I mean, he'd be pleased not upset.
He was up at the cabin for a few days last week and I got there yesterday and he'd totally cleaned and straightened up and done all the dishes we left behind and stuff.
How I miss having housecleaners. My reward to myself for paying off all my credit cards will be hiring cleaners again.
Plus he keeps the lights really low, for reasons I don't understand.
My mom kept the lights real dim in her house after her first stroke, too (which we didn't even know about until years later). Maybe bright lights bother his eyes?
Dusting is my big nemesis, and it only happens before non-neighbor company comes or Mom's voice in my head gets too loud. More likely the former, as Mom's ghost and I have largely made our peace.
My grandmother's scornful voice was loud in my head for most of my life. She died when I was 15 and she still wouldn't shut up! I'm learning to ignore her ghost, or tell her to back off. My last therapist helped a lot in that regard.
I overslept again today. Woke up a couple times in the night from very vivid dreams. (I went to Iceland last night. The fish cakes were delicious. That's how I know it was a dream.) This has been happening for a couple weeks now. I don't think my new BP med is supposed to cause vivid dreams and disturbed sleep, but it is anyway. Hopefully I'll adjust soon, because I can't keep oversleeping like this. I have three alarms set now and I don't even hear them.
I feel for the dusting impaired; it's my least favorite chore, too. Especially with a cathedral ceiling. Even though I bought a duster with a 15' extension pole, it's still awkward getting in the right angle to get the cobwebs off the ceiling and the corners, and getting the dust off the top of the ceiling fan. Which is why I usually only do it at the beginning of summer when I turn the fan on for the season.
When we were kids and my mother cleaned the bathroom, we always asked who was coming to the house.
Adulting despite this fucking brain:
Still up:
Today is being a struggle. But I'm getting shit done.
You are indeed getting shit done! You should have one of your favorites for dinner. Prepared TJ's stuff?
My computer is fixed at no charge thanks to the warranty, but now my iphone is frozen.
Our house is ... cluttered. Very cluttered. And dusty. My big hope is that if I get a raise (which I probably will soon), I can hire a housekeeping service.
I had to call the incredibly rude medical supply person today to tell him he sent me the wrong size compression socks. I got one pair when I went to the shop, but he wouldn't give me the other two pair my prescription called for because he wasn't sure about my insurance (and wouldn't call to find out what was covered). So, the second pair came in the mail one size two big, which is a problem with compression socks, and he said, "Are you sure it wasn't a large we gave you." I'm so glad I kept the box from the original pair, and I will try to resist shoving it down his throat when I go back to exchange them.