LITERALLY icky: Just got back from a humid walk with Ruby the Corgi. It is so hot and so wet out there that literally, the air feels sticky. Feels like Saudi Arabia: a hot and wet outpost of Hell.
Now some woman that my son hired to babysit me is supposed to show up pretty soon. Goodie gumdrops!
Not to say dayum!
He thinks I’ve advanced enough into senility that I shouldn’t be left alone. Ohhhkayyy….
Meanwhile, I am a very private person. I don’t enjoy people lurking around me, and I especially don’t welcome strangers hanging over my shoulder. But the next stage, as you no doubt can intuit, is going to be locking me into an institution. And…well…I’d rather die, thank you.
So if a babysitter lurking around will forestall that horror, let’s do it.
Ugh!
It’s after 8:00 and the babysitter hasn’t shown up. Probably went to the wrong house. The resident there, a woman named Josie, repels all boarders. 😀
Seriously: she will NOT answer the door unless she knows the person who’s out therel.
We have identical street numbers on adjacent roads with nearly identical names: Erewhon Road and Erewhon Lane. So delivery people and assorted newbies invariably get lost here.
Meanwhile, Josie lives in terror. She got the house — which belonged to SDXB until he went into battle with Tony the Romanian Landlord and fled to Sun City. At that point the city purchased it for a song and GAVE it to her.
Yeah. The city was building an airport extension, which would place her house smack in the middle of a runway. So our honored civic leaders bought SDXB’s house and gave it to her in exchange for her shack in South Phoenix.
More power to her. But…well….if you’re gonna live in a middle-class neighborhood, you need to learn middle-class customs.
😀
Speaking of the which…ohhhh gawd! The other day Josie reported that a pipe under a sink in the kitchen burst. FLOODED the entire kitchen, laundry room, dining room, and living room!!!!!
Holeeeee maquerel!
One of the advantages of being on the city’s dole, though, is that they cover little catastrophes like this. So apparently, other than being put out for a few days and maybe having some furniture damaged, this misadventure isn’t going to cost her much.
What a horror show…
Speaking of horror shows, mine has yet to start this morning. As I mentioned, M’jito’s proposed babysitter has yet to show. She’s a half-hour late. Was supposed to have been here at 8:00; it’s after 8:30 now.
Maybe I got the time wrong? If she was slated to surface earlier than 8:00 a.m., she missed me.
Well…frankly, I’m not up for a quarrel with my honored son, so I reckon I’ll refrain from calling him and asking about her. Later…but not right this minute.
Okayyyyy….I’ve got on my calendar that I’m supposed to go to the dentist today. Was he going to take me? Was this babysitter supposed to take me? No clue. Emailed to ask: so far, no response.
Maybe I should call and cancel the dentist’s appointment? I really can’t afford to pay for a missed appointment.
Here’s a yesterday’s email from him saying “expect me tomorrow.” Presumably that refers to this morning’s junket. So presumably he’s driving me to the dentist.
Goodie gumdrops.
Dayum! I don’t wanna do this today!
On the other hand…I don’t wanna go to the dentist any day. So what difference does it make?