So…ahem! What happens if we post another test entry? Or…what the hell: a WHOLE, REAL entry for Funny about Money???
Okay: testing, testing!
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Today we’re enjoying another Day from Hell.
My poor son is so frustrated with me and so mad at me that he can barely manage to be civil. Yea verily, at times he can’t rise to that stratospheric height.
And I don’t blame him. Forgodsake, I can hardly remember my name. I keep getting things confused. I keep fu*king things up. Everything I touch or even so much as think about goes KERFLOOIE!
And I’m starting to get really scared. Like, REALLY scared.
Never before has the entire goddamn world gone bzzzzzzzz for me. Everything is confused. I can’t remember things. I lose things. I forget to pay bills. It’s a freaking ASTONISHING mess.
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Wonder Cleaning Lady is here, wrestling with the pigpen. She’s a truly delightful and amazing person.
Honestly: at this point I don’t know what I’d do without her!
I need to go to a grocery store, but dare not traipse through 100-degree heat on foot: eight or ten blocks each way. I probably could order something online…but in the past have discovered that is not a real successful way to get what you want.
Americans don’t eat a lot of fresh produce. When you order a delivery, you have to ask for packaged stuff: things that a person doesn’t have to pick out. Ask for fresh vegetables or fruit, and what you get is ick. Yeah: inedible ick.
So the only way I can get the kind of food I normally eat — largely fresh produce — is to go to the store and pick it out myself.
And…if I can’t do that, I’m in a pickle.
An inedible pickle!
Might ask her to drive me to a store…but that seems a little much. She’s spent hours cleaning this place….and now I want her to chauffeur me around?
Don’t think so….
WHOA!!!!!
Lookee here! Sprouts opens at 7 a.m.!!!!
Holeee shee-ut!
Even in the current weather, at that hour the air will be cool enough that I could get up there and back without succumbing to a heat stroke.
Jeez! Who knew?
Okay, let’s think about this….
If I left here at 6:30 — maybe more like 6:40, actually — I could get there just as they open. I do have a little-old-lady’s rolling cart(!!). So if I dragged that over there, I could load the groceries into it, get out of the store by about 7:30 a.m., and reach the house at 8:00.
It would still be on the low side of unbearably hot by then: no question of it. But…it wouldn’t be suicidal yet! I probably could get a pile of food and household stuff and get back here before the heat would be enough to make me sick.
Looks like temperatures are expected to be around 79 to 82 degrees at that hour.
Yeah. That’s tolerable. But yeah: I will have to shoot out of the house at dawn.
Goodie.
And as we scribble?
A hot, heavy wind has blown up. It’s roaring around out there.
That is NOT something you wanna be strolling around in. So that obviates trotting to the store this evening…even if that was something I wanted to do. Which I sure as Hell don’t….
So…hmmm…. Will I be able to BBQ tonight? Wanted to cook up the salmon my son bought for me a couple days ago.
Doesn’t look like it. But…one never knows.
Wait until Wonder-Cleaning Lady leaves and then decide, I guess.
And if this weather obviates grilling? Hmmm… Well…there’s pasta…that’ll do the job, I reckon.
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AUGH!!!!
Just to make everything perfect, Wonder Cleaning-Lady reports that the damn vacuum cleaner is busted.
I fiddle with it. I dork with it.
Yep. She’s right: it’s not working.
With no car, tomorrow I’ll have to DRAG it to the appliance store. Won’t that be fun! While I’m dragging a shopping cart, too.
Okay. Let’s tempt a little fate and see if this post will go online….