The children of my neighbor who died are going to sell his house. Yep. I know this because a concrete leveling crew has been outside all morning working on his driveway. I am not happy about this; I was quite fond of the nice old man who knew everyone else's business while appearing, at least, to mind his own. He never once called the cops on us for illegal bonfires or general rowdiness, or because the dogs were barking. So this is not good news. We could get saddled with some real stinkers such as people with horribly annoying children, in which case, the backyard will be totally dead to me. Which is sad because I like being outside. On the bright side, maybe they won't be able to sell it. But there is no way I can get out of my mortgage since we have too many broken things to fix ourselves and little capital.
I am off work for three whole days. What shall I do? No idea. I think I am going to saunter outside in a bit and work on my leaves. They are mostly all down now. I haven't had time to deal with them. So I think I shall chew them all up into mulch. My neighbors all do that "town thing" where they rake the leaves, then laboriously shove them into giant paper bags, then let them sit until trash day for the guys in the landscape trash truck to pick up and hope that it doesn't rain and turn the bags into mush. I did that one year. Never EVER again. What a mess, and what a lot of work. So much easier to mulch the leaves up then use them as compost.
Jon has the car, so no excitement there, as he has to work two of the days I am off. And Ruth went to visit her family, which is awesome for her. I kind of wish I could have tagged along, but then again, I am not privy to the arrangements and don't want to be an inconvenience. I would, however, like to go to the UP with Ruth someday. So I shall see Ruth probably on Tuesday when Jon is always scheduled to work 2 hours before I am so I use Ruth's house as a kind of crash pad and we visit, which is soooooo nice.
I got paid so I bought doggie vittles and kitty/bunny litter and booze. Yep. A whole fifth of blueberry vodka just for me. I drank a bit last night. Winter and crazy holiday customers always set me to drinking. I hate being cold and I also hate feeling annoyed. Booze helps. Now if we only could take to sipping from flasks at work, I wouldn't feel like I should bash customers in the head with the ITEM OF THE MONTH....ugh. No wonder those ucky shopping mall Santas always seem to smell of whiskey. If I got peed on, kicked, drooled on, screamed at and etc. by people's brat kids, I'd drink heavily allllll day long. Brat kids are an epidemic in this nation. My parents NEVER let me act like the average kid today. Scream in a store? NEVER!!!! That just meant you left the store and went home and no more fun.
Dogs are still itchy from fleas. I bought the drops and all animals (except bunny who doesn't seem particularly susceptible to fleas) are treated and I thoroughly vacuumed/washed things and even put salt under the bed, on the dog beds, and on the couches and such but new fleas are hatching. How do I know they are new fleas, you ask? They are ever so much tinier than their predecessors. So I guess I am making some progress, its just slow. So I imagine another vacuum,wash and salt day is in my future.
My Aunt Nita invited me to Turkey Day at her place. Man, I really would love to go. I hate retail. I HAVE to work Black Friday, no exceptions. Wouldn't be so much of an issue if I didn't live 5 hours away. Five hours doesn't sound like much until you pile into a car for 5 hours, eat dinner, then pile into a car for another five hours then go to work. Plus, I imagine Jon will be working. Maybe we can arrange something with Ruth and Joe again. I have it easy though, Ruth drives something like 12 hours to see her family...one way.
I should get dressed. I have been lounging in pajamas for three hours or so now. Stupid sinus headache woke me up early. House is a shambles as well...amazing how dirty it gets when we're only home to sleep and leave again. It's Jon's turn to do the dishes, which means, of course, they are ALL dirty. I like to do them more often when there are less of them. He likes to let them pile so it takes an hour or more. Oh well, I'm not doing them.
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