Monday, January 9

Monday, January 9

DeAnn and I had a “Productivity Partnership” Zoom today.  I got up early enough to do my normal daily morning stuff and feed the cats.  Then DeAnn and I chatted for about an hour, catching up since we didn’t meet yesterday.  I told her about my stressful Saturday evening phone call with Lily and about Craig Anderson’s death.  She knew him from when she was an art teacher at Triton.  I finally  found his obituary, but it really didn’t give any information about his death other than it happened on Saturday night. 

Her intention was to work on some stuff for her sabbatical.  Mine was to work on the laundry and to polish the rest of the bedroom furniture with Orange Glow and dusted all the stuff that was sitting on the dresser and the bedside table.  I folded all the laundry except the two afghans that are in the dryer, put the towels in the bathroom, and put the basket of folded laundry in the bedroom.  I will put that away tomorrow.  I cleaned the litter box in the laundry room, bagged up the bedroom and living room garbage, and put it in the breezeway.

I was tired and my shoulders and knees were hurting, so I wasn’t working very fast.  But I did do a thorough job of everything.

The only thing I didn’t do was the half of the headboard of the bed against the outside wall since I will have to get up on  the bed to work on that.  I will do that in the morning.  I also did not get my dishes washed today.  I was going to, but then I got distracted and ended up not doing it.

I warmed up my leftover pancakes from yesterday for “brunch.”  They were good. 

Sequoia came and plowed out the driveway and cleaned off the deck and patio.  I don’t think it needed doing too bad, but it’s done. 

Lily called.  She’s been nagging me to look for a different insurance company in hopes of reducing how much it costs me at Farmer’s.  I am going to look into it, but I fucking hate being nagged.  Then she started nagging me about how I “turned Loren against me,” and it was too bad since he would have been willing to clean out the circle of weeds that used to be a flower garden.

This really pisses me off, as Loren claims I called him stupid and crazy.  No.  I said, “How can people be so devoted to Donald Trump who is a life-long liar, cheater, and greedy bastard?  Are they crazy?  Are they stupid?”  If he wants to claim those labels as his own, more power to him.  But I did not call ANYONE stupid or crazy.  I just ASKED what would possess people to worship such a foul creature.  So, my opinion is FUCK LOREN, the big pouty crybaby.  He’s one of those total “snowflake” trumpanzees who LOOKS for a reason to be offended and get his feewings all hurted.

So, I got angry.  After putting up with her hysterical sobbing and screaming Saturday night and her refusal to deal with the fact that something was wrong with her car or her eyes that made it impossible for her to see to drive, today she is bitching at me for not being nice enough to a whiny, pouty, trump KKKULTIST.  Fuck trump.  Fuck Loren.  And fuck all of those psychotic shitheads who think he is “God’s chosen leader for Murica.”

After we hung up, I made myself a frozen individual serving cheese pizza from Schwan’s.  I think it would be best if I threw the other five of them in the garbage.  They taste like NOTHING.  They are certainly not worth whatever I paid for them. 

I did not enjoy it.  But I am not hungry anymore, so I guess it served its purpose. 

Now I am watching Signs.  I haven’t seen it in a long time.  It’s got a nice eerie quality to it but it isn’t really scary.  It does have a few “jump scares” in it.  And, there is the death of two dogs in it.  Both die off camera.  But still.  Both are beautiful German Shepherds.  I always forget about the dogs dying until it happens and then I am angry and sad.

That’s about it for me today.  I didn’t do anything too fun today.  The highlight of the day was early morning snuggles with Peaches and Sawyer.  Both are good little snuggle buggles.