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Talking and shopping
Oct. 7th, 2011 11:50 pmMy 'huh?' moment for the day:
I went outside and nearly walked facefirst into a tiny slug. Seemingly, it had fallen from the back roof and was suspended from the gutter on a string of its own slime, at least a metre long.
That was new.
*
Yesterday, I talked with Mum (yay! She is having a fabulous time), with Roz, to organise a shopping trip for today, with another very talkative friend of Mum's who usually takes about fifteen minutes just to leave a message but only five minutes yesterday (a record!), and with a neighbour from across the road came to see how I was doing and brought me some oranges from their tree.
I also vacuumed and cleaned (and warned Mum that while the house probably won't look any worse than it did when she left, it's unlikely to look any better. She said that's fine.) And then I just ... ran out of steam and went to bed.
*
Today, I was woken up by a call from the smoke alarm people saying, 'Hey! We're finally going to get around to checking on that malfunctioning smoke alarm you complained about.' Yes, at the end of August. (But I didn't say that to the almost manically cheerful receptionist, just agreed to an appointment on Monday.)
Then I got ready to go out with Roz. I tried to go a little more slowly at the supermarket today but that was rather defeated by a) discovering that they were sold out of free-range chickens, necessitating a sudden rapid revision of my meal plans for the next week and b) the hauling around of at least fifteen kilos of dry and canned dog food. Into the cart, in the cart, out of the cart, into the car, out of the car, into the house ...
a trifle exhausting. I fed the animals, put away the cold stuff, then had a rest and watched some documentaries. *yawns*
Oh yes, Roz brought me some eggs from her chickens! Most of them are from the Araucana hens and they are a gorgeous pastel blue-green colour. Roz knows of a kind of chicken that lays olive green eggs and ooh, she wants one!
I went outside and nearly walked facefirst into a tiny slug. Seemingly, it had fallen from the back roof and was suspended from the gutter on a string of its own slime, at least a metre long.
That was new.
*
Yesterday, I talked with Mum (yay! She is having a fabulous time), with Roz, to organise a shopping trip for today, with another very talkative friend of Mum's who usually takes about fifteen minutes just to leave a message but only five minutes yesterday (a record!), and with a neighbour from across the road came to see how I was doing and brought me some oranges from their tree.
I also vacuumed and cleaned (and warned Mum that while the house probably won't look any worse than it did when she left, it's unlikely to look any better. She said that's fine.) And then I just ... ran out of steam and went to bed.
*
Today, I was woken up by a call from the smoke alarm people saying, 'Hey! We're finally going to get around to checking on that malfunctioning smoke alarm you complained about.' Yes, at the end of August. (But I didn't say that to the almost manically cheerful receptionist, just agreed to an appointment on Monday.)
Then I got ready to go out with Roz. I tried to go a little more slowly at the supermarket today but that was rather defeated by a) discovering that they were sold out of free-range chickens, necessitating a sudden rapid revision of my meal plans for the next week and b) the hauling around of at least fifteen kilos of dry and canned dog food. Into the cart, in the cart, out of the cart, into the car, out of the car, into the house ...
a trifle exhausting. I fed the animals, put away the cold stuff, then had a rest and watched some documentaries. *yawns*
Oh yes, Roz brought me some eggs from her chickens! Most of them are from the Araucana hens and they are a gorgeous pastel blue-green colour. Roz knows of a kind of chicken that lays olive green eggs and ooh, she wants one!
