A Day.

Morning broke after a night that was spent sleeping painfully and fitfully.  Dress, and then realize that it was house day.  A day she would much rather just go back to bed, but she just couldn't bring herself to do so.

She scuttled around the house, vacuuming.  The in-laws were headed up.  Soon. 

Uh.

Surprise! 

Dusting.  Aggravation on aggravation, the allergies had her looking like a grieving widow, the dust making her look ancient.  Arthritis raising its head, biting her feet like an asp. 

She looked at the dishes in the sink.  Groaned.  Not the day for her, she wanted to be doing something else, the stupid dishes could wait...  Until she realized that they were stacked up to the point Husband was putting them in the other sink.  She wondered, How could two people create so many dirty dishes?  Mindlessly put dishes in the washer, then barked her shin on the door.  Snarl obscenities, that would make the most ill-bred Hell's Angels blush .  Then she remembered she hadn't taken the laundry out of the dryer.  Wrinkled.  She sighed, deciding that her mind must have fallen out during the night, and she'd been left with dryer fluff instead.  Then  she fed the animals, at least somebody around would be taken care of...

Finally having her own breakfast, she took a quick look at her emails.  Hmm.  She'd written for a code to receive Tom Petty's song First Flash of Freedom  two weeks ago, she'd heard the song and promptly fell in love with it. Nothing.  What is the problem with people?  Emails should be quick, right?  Thinking highly venomous thoughts, she decided to write the people again.  Thinking with what few brain cells remained, (well packed in lint), she tried the soft approach, attached the email saying they were sending the code, and asking as politely as she could, was there a problem, it had yet to arrive.  Not expecting anything, she went on to other tasks.

Mom and Dad arrived, and she was pleased to have a little conversation, and some help making the bed.  Husband spent the day working on project that had him moving his arms continually, and he was tired.  She made hamburgers, and finished knitting on a mukluk, wondering if she could embroider a poppy, since the boot was sort of a soft white color, and would show well.  Husband was busy on the computer, she mused quietly that she really should probably get the dust off, and took a quick bath. 

Finishing up, and dressing for the evening she heard the quiet of the house, and wandered into the back, thinking to catch another bit on the computer.  Hmph.  Still nothing. 

Wait.  What's this?  The computer sent this to the wrong file...

It's the code!  Does it work?

She enters the code into the website.  It works!  The download is still amazing to her, it was not so long ago that a file for a 6 minute song could take over half an hour to download, this took a minute or so. 

Zip file?  Uh, how to unzip?  Click and see.  The computer seems to know what it is, and unzips the file, while she thinks some silly thoughts about coats and jeans, and xyz.   Also noting that she must be really tired if a computer zip file makes her giggle.  She tries the music...

The strains of guitar fill the back room, and she smiles.  House is nice, she is clean, Husband is relaxing, and she has music.

And right now, that's Good Enough.

Is it over yet? Gawd, I hope so...

You ever have one of those weeks where you wonder what ELSE is going to happen?

I had two. 

Nothing big, just enough little stuff that I was beginning to personally understand the concept of "being nibbled to death by ducks".  I started last week with a bit of an ache in my LEFT ankle.  The GOOD ankle.  The one that DOESN'T hurt, as a rule. 

Ow. 

Ok, ignore it, it's just a little ache... Well, as of two weeks, it not only hasn't gone away, it has actually awakened me at night.  I don't want to go to the shiny new doctor, but I am not sure what it is.  It might just be some new and interesting arthritis, but it seems to be in the muscle, not the bone, so I am just a tad confused.  And it doesn't ALWAYS hurt.  With the other ankle, when it hurts, it hurts.  So, I might have a wrenched tendon.  I is soooo excited. 

Not...

I decided to check in as the Public Info Officer, and Le Boss said he'd like to have the CERT program have a Facebook page (as well as a newsletter, which I finished, but didn't get a thing from him about what was to be in it, so we shall see what ensues).  I decided to take a class on Facebook, so I would not be totally in the dark on how it works.  After spending the funds and going to the first class...

I realized that just by watching Husband, who has a page, I knew more than the teacher.  I asked at the beginning of the class if one could have a 'business' page, without a personal page.  He dinn't know.  Well, can I do X, to privatize the personal page.  He dinn't know. 

Ooooookay, if I get on there, and I want to reject a person's "gifts" that are sent me, how do I do that?  He... dinn't know THAT, either.  I suffered through 4 classes, and begrudgingly, I did learn a little, (he did seem to know some amount about privacy settings, which I most definitely wanted...), but I think I could have saved the $24 for goodies on my trip in June (priorities, ya know), and just muddled around and figured out the thing ON MY OWN. 

Then the dork went on, and on, and on the last day, he was late to class again, (he'd been late the last time), and then had the cajones to say that we could all stay late, HE had nothing else he needed to do after class.  I was about to get up and leave, just because I was so frustrated, but one of the other gals piped up and said, well, you may not, but I have to go to work.  I slipped out with her.  The teacher then called out after us that he had 3 more classes coming up, and we shouldn't miss 'em, they will be this summer.  Sure thing, guy...

When H*ll freezes solid and the Devil wears a Parka, maybe. But most likely, not even then.

But before I left, one of the others asked about the business vs. personal thing, again.  Oh, he said, I looked that up, you can do that.  (I am quite proud of myself, I didn't strangle him on the spot.)  So, now, I am going to ON MY OWN figure out how to take DOWN the page I made, which I didn't want.  (I really have nothing against Facebook, per se, it just doesn't interest me.)  I will then make the CERT page, and be able to just baby sit that.  I just have to write a nice thank you to the few that 'friended' me, and explain why I am going to drop the page. 

Tux, (the lovely sight you behold in my bio photo), was not doing too well.  I am not sure what happened, but he was cut in the neck, as if he had been bitten or scratched in a fight.  I am nursing him as much as I am able, he seems to be recovering nicely (he seems to feel the cheese is quite a palliative.  I agree.  Except I wish he would not try to remove my fingers in the process...) 

I put up my greenhouse, on the only half day I had free this last two weeks.  Now, I am an Oregonian, so I don't worry over a bit of rain. 

Ahem. 

I had to get my hat when it started, as I was building the greenhouse. (It is one of those cool Tinkertoy kind, that has the slip on plastic cover.  Ok, yes, I am strange, but I like the build-it kind.)  I was getting a bit chilled, but by gumbo, I was NOT going to quit.  So I went in the house, got my raincoat.  The wind was picking up enough that I had to get a magnet to hold the directions down.  Did that wise me up? No, I plugged along.  Rudee hid in his dog house, watching the crazy woman at work.  It was only when Husband came home, and I couldn't say hello without my teeth chattering, he said he'd get lunch, and maybe I should get dry before I went to class.  So, I go to class, what happens? 

The sun comes out.  It's beautiful!  Gorgeous!  Wonderful!  And I am stuck in a room with Mr. Dork that doesn't know anything, and never turns off his cell during class. 

On the bright side, when I got home, Husband had helped me with a problem I had understanding one part of the directions, and had finished the green house. 

Ta Da!  Rudee loves the shade.  Most of the time...

Then I finally figured, I will get payback for all of this annoyance, I had on the calendar, for about 2 months, a "Rural Living" expo, at the county fair grounds.  Mom had called and asked when it started.  I looked it up, found nothing.  Hmm.  So I looked it up on another website.  Still nothing.  Finally remembered a vendor I knew was going to be there, looked on that site, which directed me to the Rural Living website, and...

They'd cancelled the expo.  I couldn't help it, I laughed my head off, it just fit with all the nonsense of the last two weeks.  So, I decided, darn it, I have a free day, I went out and cleaned out one of the gardens, and helped Husband clean his truck (until my ankle started up again), and made a day AT HOME of it. 

So, nothing major, as far as it went this last two weeks, I was just continually on the go, and it was just STUPID little stuff that I had to deal with.  (Well, except for the animals and Husband, they were good, for the most part.  Llamas didn't even get grumpy this week.  And I am cutting back on the feed since it's going into grazing season.) So, this next week is not going to be as busy, and I am going to be able to work some more on the garden(s), as the mighty weather guessers say it's supposed to be nice for a day or two, and I think I am going to...

Well, I don't know, but it will not involve Facebook, that teacher, or being on the go every day this next week. 

I will be spinning at an Ag Expo next weekend. 

If they don't cancel.

Pbbbbbbbbbt...

Tried to do a good today, volunteered for the Local County Fair, worked with people that HIGHLY annoy me. They didn't dissapoint, sadly...

Found out one of my friends had her dog die, and her husband, daughter and father are sick.

I did too much stooping and picking of weeds yesterday, and too much walking on cement today, and feel like I have been in a fight. And lost.

Generally not in a good mood. So, this entry is short, and to the point.

I am going to bed.

Good night.