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I didn't write here at all yesterday because I didn't have anything I wanted to say. I started to write. I had to stop after a sentence. Everything slipped away from me and I couldn't think of a single thing that seemed worth recording, no comments interesting enough even to me to bother making them.
Now, though... there are these mosquitos who think I am a feast. It started a week or so ago with one in the car that bit me three or four times on my neck. Now I have more bites around my neck and shoulders, as well as one on each of my thighs (which look the worst, because I scratch them the most and put Benadryl clear lotion stuff on them the least). New ones on my upper right arm tonight. I'm tired of slapping and scratching at them. Telling a kid not to scratch at a mosquito bite is kind of like trying to keep a dog from digging... you're fighting a thousand years of instinct.
I slept and rested a lot today; my mother went out to Home Depot without me and dropped a few hundred dollars on ridiculous necessities. The clear tiles over (or should I say under?) the fluorescent lights in the kitchen have been cracked around the edges for a long time. The front door is sticking a lot, and she decided to buy a new lock and handle. I like the door knocker, because it has a little face on it, so I am not happy with this plan. The handle will not match the knocker, and so we will have to replace it as well, and goodbye cute interesting knocker. She also bought me safety goggles... I wanted sexier ones, but these are perfectly OK, and it was thoughtful of her.
I had a dream that one of my cats (who are all male) had kittens, and one of them could do backflips. It was lovely... so nice to have a dream that wasn't disturbing. I'm reminded of the cat I saw a few nights ago out by a fast food place... not a small kitten, but not a fully-grown cat, and mostly white. I didn't know whether it was feral, and because it was a few feet from the road, I didn't know how to help it without chasing it out into traffic. I could have kept it on my patio for the night, and I wish I could have figured out a way to do it. Such a beautiful cat, and I didn't want to leave it alone. I have to steel myself to not care or worry.
I got some shoes I ordered and I'm pretty disappointed... as I think they don't fit. They're tight over the instep and don't properly support my arch. I'm going to try my supports in them, but I have the feeling they just aren't going to work out for me. Which is glumifying, and perhaps a further signal that instead of buying very little, I should buy nothing at all. (Except books, of course.)
Now, though... there are these mosquitos who think I am a feast. It started a week or so ago with one in the car that bit me three or four times on my neck. Now I have more bites around my neck and shoulders, as well as one on each of my thighs (which look the worst, because I scratch them the most and put Benadryl clear lotion stuff on them the least). New ones on my upper right arm tonight. I'm tired of slapping and scratching at them. Telling a kid not to scratch at a mosquito bite is kind of like trying to keep a dog from digging... you're fighting a thousand years of instinct.
I slept and rested a lot today; my mother went out to Home Depot without me and dropped a few hundred dollars on ridiculous necessities. The clear tiles over (or should I say under?) the fluorescent lights in the kitchen have been cracked around the edges for a long time. The front door is sticking a lot, and she decided to buy a new lock and handle. I like the door knocker, because it has a little face on it, so I am not happy with this plan. The handle will not match the knocker, and so we will have to replace it as well, and goodbye cute interesting knocker. She also bought me safety goggles... I wanted sexier ones, but these are perfectly OK, and it was thoughtful of her.
I had a dream that one of my cats (who are all male) had kittens, and one of them could do backflips. It was lovely... so nice to have a dream that wasn't disturbing. I'm reminded of the cat I saw a few nights ago out by a fast food place... not a small kitten, but not a fully-grown cat, and mostly white. I didn't know whether it was feral, and because it was a few feet from the road, I didn't know how to help it without chasing it out into traffic. I could have kept it on my patio for the night, and I wish I could have figured out a way to do it. Such a beautiful cat, and I didn't want to leave it alone. I have to steel myself to not care or worry.
I got some shoes I ordered and I'm pretty disappointed... as I think they don't fit. They're tight over the instep and don't properly support my arch. I'm going to try my supports in them, but I have the feeling they just aren't going to work out for me. Which is glumifying, and perhaps a further signal that instead of buying very little, I should buy nothing at all. (Except books, of course.)