Flubber

This is what it feels like operating on just over two hours' sleep.

Was I worrying about the honeybees? No, but it's worrisome. Very worrisome.

Tens of millions of commercial honeybees, gone. All gone. Not dead, not somewhere else. Gone. Like the scientologists were right, but only for bees.

That garage remodeling project just got kicked upstairs. Good thing I got that Costco membership card last week.

I've mostly moved into the new office, but have to move files and the computer and hanging stuff. And clean up the floor and shelves. Dusty. What is it about straight men and their ability to tolerate dirt accumulation?

Revealing the sources of my material

Yesterday, I worked on cleaning up - hanging up the patio baskets, working on the dining room, and then John popped in and helped me hang curio cases, pictures.. what would I have accomplished without him? I can't say. It's all put up and away.

I was so sore last night, I could hardly move. This morning is better, but still. Oof.

Time to get cleaned up and over to the office.

It takes all day??

Okay, so I did start off this morning fiddling around. I was deleting text messages, and my Treo just sort of blew up. It kept rebooting endlessly. I had to go to Wal-Mart anyway, and so I just figured I'd zip out to the Sprint store on Highway 6 and see about getting the phone fixed. Dry cleaning had to be picked up, and I just happened to think about going over to the old house to see what was what.

I pulled up in front, and .. it looks terrible. The front yard has waist high weeds, the back gate is standing open, the pool is dark green, and the back yard is completely overgrown with weeds. I picked up my gas cans, a rake, Barney's leash, and a gallon of windshield washer fluid that I had left behind in my rush to get the heck out.

The trunk now full of clean laundry and dirty garage stuff, I headed out to Sprink. While they worked on the phone, I went to Wal-Mart to trade in the masonry hangars (which were worthless) for a towel hanger and a masonry drill bit. Then, up to OfficeMax to buy some stuff for church and the office, then back to Sprink.

They swapped out my phone, and I headed back by way of Spec's for my FOURTH bottle of vodka this week - I bought one for Secret Agent Man's visit on Monday, then two more yesterday - all of that went into the infusion jar last night, so I figured we needed one for consumption while the vodka infused for three weeks.

Home again at 14:30 - and I started working on my bedroom. I hung the picture box frame on the wall (which was easy) and then tried to re-hang the curtain rods, which was NOT easy. I got them attached, unpacked the box of photographs, distributed those all around, plugged in lamps, timers, cleaned everything, and now it's 20:10. Sheesh!

So, tomorrow's focus is the downstairs powder room and the dining room.

If only I had some helpers, to-wit:



I have the masonry plugs and screws, the gorilla glue, and everything I need to hang the pictures, etc. I just am convinced that I'm going to have a huge batch of stuff that won't have a home - and is, therefore, headed to the garage sale.