I thought I'd better write up a blog before I doze off. I am excusing myself from a couple items that I have been asked to do today, I wasn't feeling really up to them, and decided...
You know what? I don't have to!
I am not trying to be snippy, but I am beginning to think that I need to say no a bit more often, as I enjoy doing a lot of the things, but am also finding myself tired out.
And that makes it less enjoyable.
And there's that whole 'taken for granted' thing.
But mostly, I just feel blah. Not ill, exactly, but it's teetering on the very narrow edge of
something-isn't-quite-there in the energy department. Therefore, I am giving myself permission to just say skip it...
Hence the blurble. I am waiting for the dryer to buzz, typing my blog, and that's just about the most energetic I've been today. I think I am probably needing to catch up on sleep from the cat/Husband battle.
Oh, didn't I mention that?
Ding has taken to "playing bongos" with the bathroom door. This is loud, and occurs roughly 2 to 3 in the morning, which makes it hard for me to return to sleep. It also drives Husband bats. So, Husband decided to put the squirt bottle by the bed, to let her know he doesn't like bongos in the wee hours.
He couldn't see her, and managed to miss each time, which Ding took as a fun challenge, she would wait, then sneak back when he put the bottle down. THUMP, THUMP, squizzz, gallop, repeat.
So, Husband now has a nightlight by the bed, (which surprisingly does not bother me, light wise) so he can aim at Ding with accuracy. He has also released his inner Dirty Harry, whereby, it now goes something like, THUMP, THUM-sqiuzsquizsquizz TAKE THAT SUCKER!!! gallop. Repeat in 10 minutes.
This makes for a very... Um... unique wake up call! I think the squirt bottle is finally getting through to her, she didn't attack the door last night. Knocked some books over, and carried a washcloth from the bathroom out to the hall, but no bongos.
I will take what I can get, at least she was quiet. (The books were paperbacks, so weren't noisy.)
Ok, as for the being punished. (Mom, yes, you have heard this from both Dad and I...) I have a popcorn maker. One of the parts is cracked. It still allows me to make popcorn, but I thought perhaps it is time to get a replacement, in case the part breaks, especially since it's plastic. I have taken care of it, and it's lasted, oh... um... At least 2, maybe 3 decades.
And they don't make parts for it anymore. I finally looked online, Husband suggested eBay, and they had the whole machine, but the part I want is only available as part of the whole. I can't find it as a stand alone. Add to that, it is now something that is popular as a "hack" device for roasting coffee. I guess I will just keep being careful, and hope it doesn't break.
I just had this same problem with my bread maker, the pan had become messed up, the machine was fine. We did manage to find a new pan.
But it just irks me, I seem to be punished for caring for my things. When something does happen, I can't easily find a replacement. I really don't want to have to buy 2 of each thing, and store one, but I am beginning to wonder what I should do!
Oh, well, I still can make bread and popcorn, and carb loading is important...
At least on blurble days...
(Oh, and I still haven't put Windows 10 on the computer, updates as events congeal...)