Thursday started early, and is ending a bit late. Long days make me grouchy, even when they end with my favorite local pizza restaurant, and chocolate soft serve from Dairy Queen. (Available ONLY on Thursday, which I don’t quite understand.) The electrician arrived at 7:00 a.m. to repair some squirrel-chewed wires and a bad socket. I would tell you how many weeks I’ve been without an oven, but it would embarrass us both. We also no longer have to plug in the microwave a long counter away.
“I’m surprised you didn’t tape this big orange extension cord beneath your cabinets to hide it,” he said. Um, hide it from whom/what? This makes no sense to me. I mean, I had a GIANT, INDUSTRIAL STRENGTH ORANGE EXTENSION CORD so we could heat tea, steam asparagus, and thaw chicken in the microwave until we got enough electrical projects to justify the massive service call cost. Aesthetics be damned. But the electrician did do a great job, and we now have power in the kitchen and a light in our bedroom. So, yay.
Walt and Charlie dropped by again. Of course. Their housesitter was chagrined when I texted him. Apparently there are four bearded dragons roaming around the house he’s staying in, and Walt is unreliable around them. So Walt stays outside and leads Charlie astray. (See what I did there?)
We also had a visit from the dishwasher guy. A new drain pump is on its way, but won’t be here for a week.
The mulch that came yesterday couldn’t be spread on the front stones because they’re now set in a concrete mix and it had to dry.
Amazon screwed up our first fish oil subscription, and I had to cancel the whole thing.
A wall of closet shelves came down in the guest room closet. I can’t even. 🤦🏻♀️
One of the first things I did on this beautiful day was empty a mouse trap. Egad!
I’m feeling a bit like the devil heard me talking about joy yesterday, and decided he’d try to push me a bit more.
Ah, well. Such is life. Surely someone else has similarly distracting days?
The good news is that I got some writing done, and I ate ice cream. Just those two things were enough to satisfy the seven-year-old girl inside my head. Though the adult in me keeps on nagging about the closet mess.
The outline for the cat book is going great. Another mercy.
Also, Charlie’s owners are returning on Monday, so Walt will be gone, and there will be no more adventures.
Later today, lots more writing. Tell me your plans!
June 9 Words
Journal: 175 words
Long fiction: 560
Short fiction: 0 words
Non-fiction: 0 words
Blogging: 459 words
Exercise: Did I mention I also cleaned the kitchen floor?!