I’m awake, honest.
Bran told me that Junk (really it’s Jysk but their furniture sucks) has those plastic roll up keyboards. We’re going to get one. They’re only $12 there so it’s not a whole lot to lose. It means that I can use a keyboard other than this one on my laptop. It’ll help a lot at school.
I’m still trying to readjust my sleeping patterns. In the course of this week I’ve worked graveyards, evenings and tomorrow and Sunday I’ll be getting up at 6 or 7 to be at work for 8 am. Yuck. I hate mornings!
My thumbs hurt. I’ve been squeezing pop-pack in shipping envelopes. Unlike regular pop-pack it has either paper or plastic glued down to it. This means that a little bit more pressure is required and now my thumbs hurt. Dang! If you like popping pop-pack, don’t do the shipping envelopes. They’ll only add up to grief and thumbular discomfort.
Holy Toledo! Bran just went to Costco and brought back a shit pile of stuff. There’s a ton of facial tissues, Puffs I think, buns, light bulbs, and other stuff that I didn’t see. Whatever it was that he brought in looked rather heavy though. I asked Boy, he said it was eggs, nuts, and cheese.
Bran’s been doing laundry all day. In fact, he started laundry in the early hours of this morning before I went to bed at 4 am. He worked through until I got up at 10 or so. We headed out to a yard sale that some friends were supposed to be having (but weren’t organized and won’t have started until this evening or possibly tomorrow morning). That’s ok though. Bran and I got out for a little drive on our own and he got me a Coke Zero.
I folded all of my laundry and most of Bran’s. There’s more to fold, but I don’t have to take care of it. Bran will be taking care of that. He already folded Boy’s laundry. Boy hadn’t been putting his laundry away so I went after he had put his away to make sure that it was all done. That child has a lot of clothing, even after I told him to get rid of anything that was too small. I think that perhaps I should have also stipulated that any torn shirts be gotten rid of as well. I guess they’ll be gotten rid of as I notice the holes.
I laid down for a nap between 5 and 7. Not long after I laid down a supervisor from Canada Post called to apologize for his delivery person not bothering to try to contact us (ring the door bell or knock) on Monday. He apologized over and over again for the inconvenience, assured me that the policy is for delivery personnel is to ring the bell twice before filling out the form saying they couldn’t deliver the package, asked about the condition of the parcel (pristine) and apologized some more. He even offered to give me his name and phone number to contact if that happens again. Since I’d just laid down and had no pens or paper near me I politely declined that. He assured me that it wasn’t Canada Post’s normal practise and apologized again and thanked me for being so pleasant about it all. I told him that if he had been the delivery person calling perhaps I’d not have been so nice, but it was something he didn’t do and yelling at him wouldn’t do any good for either of us. Then I hung up, gave the phone back to Boy, and lid my head back down to sleep.
Dad is coming up tomorrow. Someone is getting married here, I have no idea who, and he’s coming up for it. He’ll be here about noon, going to the wedding and then spending the evening with Boy. Bran’s going to an anniversary party in Asquith (a small town somewhere around), I’ll be at work until 8 pm. This means that Boy will be entertaining Dad after the wedding. It will be the first time that Boy will be left alone with Dad since Boy was a toddler. I think that was around the time of Mom’s funeral. Yeah, that was when it was, August of 1993. That’s a very long time ago.
I still love my couch. I love it a whole lot. Speaking of couches, but has nothing to do with it, Boy’s swivel rocker recliner should be in anytime now. Bran is going to be picking it up at Sears since it should fit in the Jeep quite handily. That way Boy will have his own chair and Bran and I can lounge out on the couch to our heart’s content.
It’s been a hot day. I’m glad to have been inside for most of it. Today I also found out that both peony plants managed to survive the winter. I had hoped that only one of them did. Alas, when I looked through the “weeds” there was a smaller peony plant. It’s smaller and more anaemic looking than the other one, but it’s still there. Dang. Oh, the quotation marks are for sweet Greg on the east coast who encourages plants that most people would weep in frustration to find them in their garden. He definitely is a plant’s friend. If you’re in need of a peaceful plant pause (I love alliteration!) in your busy life, go to his blog and just gaze at his photos. If you concentrate really hard, you might even be able to catch the whiff of a scent.
I can’t think of anything else that’s happened or is of any import. Bran got sausages as well at Costco so that’s what we’re having for supper. I’m still watching last night’s murder and mayhem that I recorded.
Holy shit! I just paid attention to the advertisement for Dog the Bounty Hunter. His wife was wearing a black mini skirt, black hooker boots and her nails!! My heavens! Those nails mean that she probably can’t button her own shirts. They’re so freakishly long! They don’t need any kind of weapons with those fingernails happening. Yeah, I’m a catty bitch. I just don’t think that mini skirts look good on fat women, even if the skirt is black.