I started the day dragging myself out of bed after five hours of sleep and going for a walk around the block. Totally worth it. It was cool out for a change.
It’s been a while since I last did an update, hasn’t it? It’s funny. Every time I get confused over the day of the week, my mind immediately goes to my blog. I’ve been busy though. That’s my excuse and I’m sticking to it.
But I’m writing today mostly because I promised you a photo of my milk. Here it is in all its 2% partially skimmed glory. It comes three bags to a package. Cool, eh?
Why I’m writing this post:
Because if you’re like me and stuck at home already, or if you’re going to be like me soon, the days of the week are hell to keep track of. We have a wonderful community here on WordPress and all over the Internet as well, and I’m sure many people are feeling nervous and/or isolated. I want to make sure every one of us has somewhere to congregate and someone to talk to.
I want everyone to know that you can start discussions with each other in the comments, and if you’d like to write your own “What Day is it Anyway?” post, you can link to this one. Hashtag #WDIIA.
Alex and I both slept in past the point of decent outside, so no walk today. I think we both needed the rest more. He’ll be bouncing off the walls later, but there’s nothing I can do about it now. I need to get a new power pack for the Wii Balance Board. The cord broke on the old one, and I didn’t keep the original door for the batteries, so they won’t stay in. Maybe I’ll work on getting one of those today.
My biggest day-of-the-week challenge lately is being convinced every day is Sunday. I’m constantly surprised, sometimes even multiple times a day, to find out it’s not Sunday.
Would it be confusing to change the title of these posts from What Day is it Anyway? to What Day of the Week is This Sunday?
Yeah, no. I’ll keep it as is.
Video: Winston, my beagle/Basset cross, sleepily wagging his tail while laying on the couch, his head on a Winnie the Pooh pillow.
Why I’m writing this post:
Because if you’re like me and stuck at home already, or if you’re going to be like me soon, the days of the week are hell to keep track of. We have a wonderful community here on WordPress and all over the Internet as well, and I’m sure many people are feeling nervous and/or isolated. I want to make sure every one of us has somewhere to congregate and someone to talk to.
I want everyone to know that you can start discussions with each other in the comments, and if you’d like to write your own “What Day is it Anyway?” post, you can link to this one. Hashtag #WDIIA.
I started the day once again with a stroll around the block with Alex. We only went out for about 40 minutes: we were back home by 7am. And here I was thinking the lack of summer camp would mean I could sleep in. HA! It’s great to get the exercise in when we can, though. Tomorrow it’s supposed to be 30C (88F) by 8am, so no walk tomorrow.
At 11:00 I went to Best Buy to get Alex’s laptop fixed. The frame around the screen is coming off. It’s under warranty, so no problem with cost. But I had to wait outside in the sun for 30 minutes to get in. The man behind me was yelling at the poor girl at the door because more people were coming out than going in. They were only allowing 10 customers inside at once. The first time he complained that five people had come out but she’d only let one in, she told him thanks for letting her know. After that, she ignored him for the most part. The sixth person who came out–a woman with tattoos who was taking no shit–told him she had waited patiently for her turn when he told her it was okay for her to talk, she’d already been into the store. I felt so sorry for the girl at the door.
When I got to the front of the line and told her I was just there for the Geek Squad, she had to put me into another line, facing the one I’d been in, so facing the man who’d been behind me. He actually apologized to her, saying he understood but it was hot outside. Which was fine, until someone else came out of the store and she didn’t let him in right away. Of course, he started complaining again. I hope she did it on purpose.
I thanked her on the way out of the store. The crap people have to put up with from the entitled will never cease to boggle my mind.
My best friend, John, showed up as I got home to install another air conditioning unit in my upstairs bathroom window. That will make it nicer for sleeping. But to solve my issue of not being able to brain in the heat while trying to work, I emptied out my spare bedroom and cleaned off the desk so I can work downstairs. The room is on the north- and west-facing corner of the house and is surrounded by trees, so it’s nice and cool in here. I’m sitting on a broken office chair, but the seat is fine. I planned to try to keep this space wi-fi free, but I’ve broken that rule already writing this. AFTER this, though, no more wi-fi. I swear.
A week ago, I couldn’t even get into the room. It was (and still is, to an extent) the junk drawer of rooms. The bed is full of bags of my mother’s belongings that I moved out of the retirement home. Which might be just as well. I’m not tempted to lay down for a nap … That crack of dawn walk was a bit much.
Why I’m writing this post:
Because if you’re like me and stuck at home already, or if you’re going to be like me soon, the days of the week are hell to keep track of. We have a wonderful community here on WordPress and all over the Internet as well, and I’m sure many people are feeling nervous and/or isolated. I want to make sure every one of us has somewhere to congregate and someone to talk to.
I want everyone to know that you can start discussions with each other in the comments, and if you’d like to write your own “What Day is it Anyway?” post, you can link to this one. Hashtag #WDIIA.
Alex dragged me out of bed at 7:20 again to go for a walk before it got hot. There’s no end in sight to this heat wave we’re having, so I suspect we’ll have a few of these early mornings. Time to start putting some real effort into going to bed before 2am.
I haven’t forgotten the Escapist Coloring Club. I also haven’t coloured much of my page, so I’ll try to get a bit more done before I write the July 1st post. Stay tuned.
Thanks very much for all the good wishes yesterday for my mother’s transition to the nursing home. The trip over there went well, though she was confused, understandably. She’s still walking okay, and she recognized me even with my mask on. She asked about a cigarette when we arrived at the new place–she was probably tipped off by the no-smoking sign at the front of the building. Hopefully now that she’s inside she’ll forget again.
I got a call from the nursing staff yesterday afternoon to say she’d been a busy girl. They were having a hard time keeping her in her room. To remind her, they put a gate up. Regression at its best.
She was apparently doing okay until the sun went down. She called me last night in a tizzy, asking to get out of there so she could look after the baby (me) and the dogs (who died back in the 80s), and to go home. I didn’t ask where home was, but she was probably referring to the house she moved out of in 2001, where I grew up.
Everything she owns that went with her yesterday was in quarantine for 24 hours, so she had nothing, nowhere, and no one she recognized. Last I heard, they were going to give her a sleeping pill.
Getting old really sucks.
Why I’m writing this post:
Because if you’re like me and stuck at home already, or if you’re going to be like me soon, the days of the week are hell to keep track of. We have a wonderful community here on WordPress and all over the Internet as well, and I’m sure many people are feeling nervous and/or isolated. I want to make sure every one of us has somewhere to congregate and someone to talk to.
I want everyone to know that you can start discussions with each other in the comments, and if you’d like to write your own “What Day is it Anyway?” post, you can link to this one. Hashtag #WDIIA.
I really need to start writing these posts again. I’m sooo lost now that “school” is finished. Not that school had much to do with my life, but I at least had an inkling of when the weekends were.
Alex and I have already been for a walk this morning. Even though the temperature was decent and there was a breeze, for a while I wondered if he’d make it home. The humidity really messes with his breathing. He was gasping for air by the time we made it home. He had to sit in the kitchen beside the window AC unit for half an hour to catch his breath.
In a few minutes I’m off to pick up my mother to take her to the nursing home, finally. I haven’t seen her since the beginning of March, a week before she went into hospital for a pacemaker. She’s being released from the hospital’s care today, though she hasn’t been there physically for a while.
The crazy thing is she had to have a Covid test on Sunday, then she has 24 hours to move into the nursing home after the negative result. But I’m allowed to transport her. It makes no sense. What if I was sick? One way or another, the hardest part is going to be not hugging her. I’d never live with myself if I did somehow have it and didn’t know it, and I caused an outbreak in the home. They’re isolating her for 14 days just in case, but still.
This plague seriously needs to be over already.
Why I’m writing this post:
Because if you’re like me and stuck at home already, or if you’re going to be like me soon, the days of the week are hell to keep track of. We have a wonderful community here on WordPress and all over the Internet as well, and I’m sure many people are feeling nervous and/or isolated. I want to make sure every one of us has somewhere to congregate and someone to talk to.
I want everyone to know that you can start discussions with each other in the comments, and if you’d like to write your own “What Day is it Anyway?” post, you can link to this one. Hashtag #WDIIA.
I went for my weekly trip to the grocery store this morning and forgot half of what I went for.
Why, you ask?
I’ll tell you.
I was about two-thirds of my way through my shopping when a woman told me they had Lysol Wipes on the shelf.
“Oooh,” I said, and promptly looked for the aisle. But I was at the wrong end of a one-way “street” now that they have arrows on the floor for social distancing. So, being the good girl I am, I went down the adjacent aisle so I could come back the other way.
I turned up the correct aisle, and as you can imagine, I was shocked to find an older woman with a cart coming the other way. The wrong way.
“I know I’m going the wrong way,” she said, “but they have Lysol Wipes, and you don’t see those very often.”
She reached them just ahead of me so I waited while she plucked one off the shelf and put it in her cart.
“I’ll get out of your way,” she said and turned to go.
I got to the spot where she’d turned around. She’d taken the last one.
That’ll teach me not to follow the rules.
Nice guys always finish last, don’t they?
And so yeah, I forgot half of what I went for because after that I was distracted by the voice in my head chanting BITCH!
Because if you’re like me and stuck at home already, or if you’re going to be like me soon, the days of the week are hell to keep track of. We have a wonderful community here on WordPress and all over the Internet as well, and I’m sure many people are feeling nervous and/or isolated. I want to make sure every one of us has somewhere to congregate and someone to talk to.
I want everyone to know that you can start discussions with each other in the comments, and if you’d like to write your own “What Day is it Anyway?” post, you can link to this one. Hashtag #WDIIA.
We went for a lovely walk today in the cool spring breeze. They were calling for thunder storms last night after yesterday’s 100 degree humidity. That’s possibly when this happened at the park.
The tree that fell has to be 40′ tall. At least. Someone’s going to be set for firewood this winter.
Also, the peonies are blooming.
Pretty and pink. This is the neighbour’s plant. Winston killed mine.
Yesterday:
I got a call from a very helpful lady who wanted to rid me of the hacker who has infected my computer. She started by asking if I was on the computer. I said yes, and then I went through a few scenarios in my head: how could I waste this helpful woman’s time? Act dumb, of course.
Her: What are you doing on the computer?
Me: (very slowly) Playing a game. (I sounded a bit like Eeyore.)
Her: On the very bottom left-hand corner of your keyboard, what do you see?
Me: A button.
Her: What does that button say?
Me: C T R L
I won’t take you through the entire thing because I don’t want to waste your time, but she got me into the Window’s command one letter at a time (C as in charlie, etc.) while I “searched” for the right letter on the keyboard until I had “netstat” typed in. “Netstat” is what tells you what you have running on your computer at any moment. Hackers ask you to do this, assuming you’ll have no idea what you’re looking at, and tell you it’s proof that someone is hacking your computer just so they can do it themselves. Just as I got to this point, I hung up on her without a word.
A minute later she called back. I let it ring a few times before I answered.
Her: We got cut off, sorry. Are you on the computer?
Me: Yes.
Her: What are you doing?
Me: Playing a game.
I made her go through the entire thing again and hung up on her at the same time. It took a good five to ten minutes for each call.
Since then, though I haven’t answered, they’ve called me back 25 times using at least fifteen different spoofed numbers.
Insidious. I’m thinking about answering the phone and accusing her of stealing my car or something equally absurd.
Why I’m writing this post:
Because if you’re like me and stuck at home already, or if you’re going to be like me soon, the days of the week are hell to keep track of. We have a wonderful community here on WordPress and all over the Internet as well, and I’m sure many people are feeling nervous and/or isolated. I want to make sure every one of us has somewhere to congregate and someone to talk to.
I want everyone to know that you can start discussions with each other in the comments, and if you’d like to write your own “What Day is it Anyway?” post, you can link to this one. Hashtag #WDIIA.
I started off my day with my coffee maker pot somehow in the wrong spot and an entire cup of coffee on the counter and the floor. I really hate it when that happens.
No walk today since it’s getting hot out again. I wouldn’t mind going anyway, but Alex has a hard time breathing in the heat. So we’ll stay home and I’ll try to get some editing work done on my next book.
I’m procrastinating as we speak.
It’s not going well.
Yesterday:
We did manage to get out for a walk yesterday. I found some more painted stones.
Why I’m writing this post:
Because if you’re like me and stuck at home already, or if you’re going to be like me soon, the days of the week are hell to keep track of. We have a wonderful community here on WordPress and all over the Internet as well, and I’m sure many people are feeling nervous and/or isolated. I want to make sure every one of us has somewhere to congregate and someone to talk to.
I want everyone to know that you can start discussions with each other in the comments, and if you’d like to write your own “What Day is it Anyway?” post, you can link to this one. Hashtag #WDIIA.
Alex and I got out for a walk today. Three days in a row now with no rain and no extreme heat! In fact, we needed sweaters. Crazy weather, but that’s Canada for you.
As we walked past the park today, I found some painted rocks.
Love
Peace
There’s a lot of love still to be discovered
What a lovely message of hope they were.
Then for supper, one of the ladies who worked with my son, Chris, at the high school and now works with disabled kids at Alex’s camp and his baseball club contacted me to ask me if it would be okay if her friend dropped off individual meals for Chris and Alex. I said sure! That happened today, making the kids very happy.
On a sad note, they officially canceled Alex’s camp for the summer. Baseball is out too, so it’s going to be a loooong three more months before school (maybe) starts in September.
Yesterday:
Last night, actually, I was late putting Alex to bed. He was in his room with his laptop at 12:05 when he started screaming. I ran in there to see what was wrong: he was pointing at the date. “It’s June 1st!” he signed.
Me: Yeah, it’s after midnight.
Alex: But it’s JUNE!!!
Me: (trying not to laugh) Yes, the date changes after midnight every day.
Alex: My mind is blown!
Apparently no one told him that the date changes before he wakes up in the morning. The little things you don’t think to teach your kids unless they ask …
Why I’m writing this post:
Because if you’re like me and stuck at home already, or if you’re going to be like me soon, the days of the week are hell to keep track of. We have a wonderful community here on WordPress and all over the Internet as well, and I’m sure many people are feeling nervous and/or isolated. I want to make sure every one of us has somewhere to congregate and someone to talk to.
I want everyone to know that you can start discussions with each other in the comments, and if you’d like to write your own “What Day is it Anyway?” post, you can link to this one. Hashtag #WDIIA.
I woke up this morning convinced it was Saturday. Why? I have no idea.
In other news …
Alex and I went through our yearly battle of the fans. Aside from his fear of anyone in masks (Halloween, the school mascot, and even Santa are the worst), he has a fear of ceiling fans. I don’t know if he’s seen one fly off its moorings online or something, but we go through this every time it starts to get hot outside and I want to turn them on for the first time.
I get that he’s scared, and I think he actually gets that it’s irrational–I ask him, “Did it hurt you last year?” “No,” he says–but until I can convince him to just ignore it, he won’t let me leave it on.
So this morning I said fine. If he doesn’t want it on, I’ll take away the floor fan too.
Five minutes.
The ceiling fan is on for yet another summer.
Yesterday:
Yesterday, and today, and tomorrow, and until Saturday it’s going to be the same: work at home. Too hot to go out. High this afternoon, 33C, 40C with the humidity. (That’s 91F and 104F.)
Why I’m writing this post:
Because if you’re like me and stuck at home already, or if you’re going to be like me soon, the days of the week are hell to keep track of. We have a wonderful community here on WordPress and all over the Internet as well, and I’m sure many people are feeling nervous and/or isolated. I want to make sure every one of us has somewhere to congregate and someone to talk to.
I want everyone to know that you can start discussions with each other in the comments, and if you’d like to write your own “What Day is it Anyway?” post, you can link to this one. Hashtag #WDIIA.
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