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So many things to fix – So little time!
No wonder I’m chronically fatigued.
At the end of my first day back I want to leave! Wow! Please, don’t make me come back. This place is talking at me all the time. The ligustrums are talking at me. The grass in the gutter is talking at me. The palms growing along the fence line is talking at me. The missing mini-blind in the computer room is talking at me. The sharp edges left on the bedroom lamp is talking at me. The grime on the lid of the hot shot is talking at me. The three eggs in the Collards’ log is talking at me. The remnants of the inflatable pool is talking at me. The undesired tenants of the butterfly garden is talking at me. The pool pump is talking at me. The oven on the carport is talking at me, and the barn owl house is talking at me, too. Everybody’s talking at me. The racket is wearing me o-u-t!!!
Emptied the indoor fridge to let it thaw overnight.
Changed the battery in the riding lawn mower.
Did the lawn. Hit all the regular spots with Round-Up.
The small mower is missing a bolt I think; when I pulled the crank, the top nearly came off. I can’t fix that this weekend. Maybe I’ll take it with me.
The pool pump did exactly what you said it would. I disconnected it from the pool, removed the cover, plugged it in, turned it on, and it worked. Put it back together, primed it, and it worked. Who knows?
I did rinse it out. I also removed the short blue hose under the pump, cut an end off after I saw it leaking, re-attached it, and, as I’ve said, it worked. The pump must have a Higher Power that chose to spare it from the county dump.
I missed mucadines.
I missed muberries.
I missed the last gasp of the black bamboo.
Saw familiar old rag sheets hanging in George’s back window.
Nobody ere eetz griiitz?
And this computer needs a new system install. Lost are Mail’s preferences – hence, no way to automatically input the password.
It’s a good thing Pookie’s given up the chase – I’m pooped … and, now, it’s all coming back to me … I want a condo!