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After a puke-free Fourth, I discovered a slimy puddle of puke on my desk chair in the craft/laundry room--the cloth one, of course. It couldn't be the vinyl one that would have been an easy wipe up. No. It had to be on the fabric where I had to scrub it for 15 minutes to get it off--and having t o live with the knowledge that no matter how much I scrubbed it, there will be puke residue deep in the fiber for the rest of its life.
My aunt called and wanted to stop by so I could help her figure something out on her FaceBook account. I tried, but I couldn't find what she was looking for. She and her daughter and her granddaughters are going on a "Girls' Week" vacation soon, and one of them set up a private FaceBook thing to discuss it. I couldn't find anything. We tried to call my cousin Rhonda to see how she could get into it, but she didn't answer her phone or return the call--at least not to me. She may have called her mother later.
After my aunt left, I decided I would clean my litter boxes and actually replace the scoopable litter as I have used the same stuff since I moved in, just adding more as it got low. I've noticed that it has been smelling more pissy lately, so it was time to go totally fresh. I went into the kitchen to get a big black garbage bag to empty the boxes into, and felt something wet under my foot. Yes. A huge pile of chunky cat vomit--and I stepped right in it. Ugh.
So, I had to change my socks and clean up that nastiness.
Then I cleaned the cat boxes and hauled the big bag of dirty litter out to the garbage bin--only to discover that there was still some garbage in the bottom of the bin. Apparently the garbage man didn't fully empty my trash bin. There was still a white kitchen bag at the bottom of the bin. Why? I hope it will get completely emptied next Monday.
Then my mother called. I had expected to take her to her eye doctor appointment at 3 pm, but it turned out that her cousin had an eye appointment at 2:45, so they decided to go together. I was glad as it was supposed to be 92 degrees this afternoon, which means that I would have been miserably hot waiting in the car in the parking lot. I was so happy to have a day totally to myself!
I was taking a break from housework, messing around with my computer, when my doorbell rang. I thought it might be my aunt coming back to try finding that private group again. Nope. It was the three Dahlbeck girls, Emily and the twins, Brenna and Bailey. These are the little girls I tutored while they were in Kindergarten and first grade for the twins and second and third for Emily. They are going into fourth and fifth next year.
They had gone to the park across the street from my house for a picnic and decided to stop in and visit me. I do love these little shits, but I do not especially want them turning my house into their club house. They hung around for about two hours, then Christine, their step-grandma showed up in my driveway--apparently they didn't have permission to go visiting. They scattered like cockroaches when the lights are turned on. Christine didn't come to the door, so I hope she isn't mad at me. If she is, it doesn't matter much. But, I'd just as soon not have an uproar in the extended family with me in the middle of it all.
I gave the girls a bunch of fingernail polish I had acquired while I lived at my mother's house. I never use it, and they might have fun with it. I saw that they all had nail polish on, so I figured it was okay to give it to them. I had six bottles, so each of them got two. There was a little dispute over one bottle, but I told them that there was enough nail polish in each bottle to do a thousand paintings, so they could share all six bottles amongst themselves. That seemed to settle them down.
I wouldn't mind their visits if they don't stay too long and if they don't pester my cats. My cats are not used to being teased, and that seems to be their idea of "playing" with them. I will have to educate them about proper cat treatment.
When they left, I had a brief rest in the recliner and cuddled my poor, traumatized kitties.
When we had all recovered, I went into the kitchen and mixed up a batch of pumpkin bars. Cynthia is coming on Thursday, and I am going to send a pan of pumpkin bars home with her along with a note offering this batch as a token of my love and promising another batch as a reward if her dad will come and hang up my globe lamp for me. When he comes, as I am sure he will as he is a good guy, I will see if he will also hang up the little coat hook bar in the breezeway and my two small shelves.
My sister Kim called while I was mixing up the bars, and we talked for about two hours. I finished the bars and turned the hamburger I had in the refrigerator into meatballs. We have a family recipe called Porcupine Meatballs which is basically hamburger mixed with rice and covered with tomato soup. I have been hungry for meatballs, but I made my own version of Porcupine Meatballs. I mixed the hamburger with finely chopped onions, two eggs, and a cup of Minute rice. Then, I formed them into balls and put them in my roaster. I mixed two cans of cream of mushroom soup with a can of chicken broth and poured it over the top of the meatballs, put on the cover, and stuck it into oven.
About this time, Mom tried to call me, so I got off the phone with Kim and talked to her for a little over an hour. Mom was extremely happy as it looks like her eye doctor has found a way for her to avoid going to Rochester to have her eyes examined by them twice a year.
When my timer went off, I took the meatballs out of the oven and ate three of them for a late supper, washed my dishes, and put the leftovers into the fridge. I have enough meatballs to feed an army. I will give some of them to my mom, and maybe Cynthia will have a couple as a snack when she is done cleaning for me tomorrow. She enjoyed the lasagna last week.
That's about it for Wednesday--I started a list of chores for Cynthia--I am going to have her sweep out my garage and throw all the little strips of crap left over from the installation of the vertical blinds that the former owners left in the garage and break down the two TV boxes and put them in the recycling bin. I think I will also have her take every single thing out of the linen closet and put things back in a more orderly way. Things are just jammed in however they fit right now. I may wash up a couple of the afghans in there too, as there is a smell in there that reminds me of sweaty man bodies. Yuck. I will have her scrub down the shelves with Clorox Clean Up water which should eliminate any odors.
I am so thankful for Cynthia's help.
My aunt called and wanted to stop by so I could help her figure something out on her FaceBook account. I tried, but I couldn't find what she was looking for. She and her daughter and her granddaughters are going on a "Girls' Week" vacation soon, and one of them set up a private FaceBook thing to discuss it. I couldn't find anything. We tried to call my cousin Rhonda to see how she could get into it, but she didn't answer her phone or return the call--at least not to me. She may have called her mother later.
After my aunt left, I decided I would clean my litter boxes and actually replace the scoopable litter as I have used the same stuff since I moved in, just adding more as it got low. I've noticed that it has been smelling more pissy lately, so it was time to go totally fresh. I went into the kitchen to get a big black garbage bag to empty the boxes into, and felt something wet under my foot. Yes. A huge pile of chunky cat vomit--and I stepped right in it. Ugh.
So, I had to change my socks and clean up that nastiness.
Then I cleaned the cat boxes and hauled the big bag of dirty litter out to the garbage bin--only to discover that there was still some garbage in the bottom of the bin. Apparently the garbage man didn't fully empty my trash bin. There was still a white kitchen bag at the bottom of the bin. Why? I hope it will get completely emptied next Monday.
Then my mother called. I had expected to take her to her eye doctor appointment at 3 pm, but it turned out that her cousin had an eye appointment at 2:45, so they decided to go together. I was glad as it was supposed to be 92 degrees this afternoon, which means that I would have been miserably hot waiting in the car in the parking lot. I was so happy to have a day totally to myself!
I was taking a break from housework, messing around with my computer, when my doorbell rang. I thought it might be my aunt coming back to try finding that private group again. Nope. It was the three Dahlbeck girls, Emily and the twins, Brenna and Bailey. These are the little girls I tutored while they were in Kindergarten and first grade for the twins and second and third for Emily. They are going into fourth and fifth next year.
They had gone to the park across the street from my house for a picnic and decided to stop in and visit me. I do love these little shits, but I do not especially want them turning my house into their club house. They hung around for about two hours, then Christine, their step-grandma showed up in my driveway--apparently they didn't have permission to go visiting. They scattered like cockroaches when the lights are turned on. Christine didn't come to the door, so I hope she isn't mad at me. If she is, it doesn't matter much. But, I'd just as soon not have an uproar in the extended family with me in the middle of it all.
I gave the girls a bunch of fingernail polish I had acquired while I lived at my mother's house. I never use it, and they might have fun with it. I saw that they all had nail polish on, so I figured it was okay to give it to them. I had six bottles, so each of them got two. There was a little dispute over one bottle, but I told them that there was enough nail polish in each bottle to do a thousand paintings, so they could share all six bottles amongst themselves. That seemed to settle them down.
I wouldn't mind their visits if they don't stay too long and if they don't pester my cats. My cats are not used to being teased, and that seems to be their idea of "playing" with them. I will have to educate them about proper cat treatment.
When they left, I had a brief rest in the recliner and cuddled my poor, traumatized kitties.
When we had all recovered, I went into the kitchen and mixed up a batch of pumpkin bars. Cynthia is coming on Thursday, and I am going to send a pan of pumpkin bars home with her along with a note offering this batch as a token of my love and promising another batch as a reward if her dad will come and hang up my globe lamp for me. When he comes, as I am sure he will as he is a good guy, I will see if he will also hang up the little coat hook bar in the breezeway and my two small shelves.
My sister Kim called while I was mixing up the bars, and we talked for about two hours. I finished the bars and turned the hamburger I had in the refrigerator into meatballs. We have a family recipe called Porcupine Meatballs which is basically hamburger mixed with rice and covered with tomato soup. I have been hungry for meatballs, but I made my own version of Porcupine Meatballs. I mixed the hamburger with finely chopped onions, two eggs, and a cup of Minute rice. Then, I formed them into balls and put them in my roaster. I mixed two cans of cream of mushroom soup with a can of chicken broth and poured it over the top of the meatballs, put on the cover, and stuck it into oven.
About this time, Mom tried to call me, so I got off the phone with Kim and talked to her for a little over an hour. Mom was extremely happy as it looks like her eye doctor has found a way for her to avoid going to Rochester to have her eyes examined by them twice a year.
When my timer went off, I took the meatballs out of the oven and ate three of them for a late supper, washed my dishes, and put the leftovers into the fridge. I have enough meatballs to feed an army. I will give some of them to my mom, and maybe Cynthia will have a couple as a snack when she is done cleaning for me tomorrow. She enjoyed the lasagna last week.
That's about it for Wednesday--I started a list of chores for Cynthia--I am going to have her sweep out my garage and throw all the little strips of crap left over from the installation of the vertical blinds that the former owners left in the garage and break down the two TV boxes and put them in the recycling bin. I think I will also have her take every single thing out of the linen closet and put things back in a more orderly way. Things are just jammed in however they fit right now. I may wash up a couple of the afghans in there too, as there is a smell in there that reminds me of sweaty man bodies. Yuck. I will have her scrub down the shelves with Clorox Clean Up water which should eliminate any odors.
I am so thankful for Cynthia's help.
