Stupidly busy all day long on stupid little busy-work chores. Meanwhile, the sky has clabbered up and it’s starting to pour rain again. And mean-meanwhile, in about 20 minutes I have to schlep to the dentist’s office.
Yay. I can hardly wait. Two teeth appear to be cracked. That’s two root canals, two crowns, two thousand dollah. Happy day.
Have tried to gut it out as long as I could, because sometimes these little aches and pains pass. But it hurts so much to chew on that side I can hardly eat.
Which…uhm…could be a GOOD thing. 😀
The monthly car payment of almost $400 a month has me so broke I can’t afford to buy decent food, so am subsisting mostly on pasta, bread, and beans, unless I can find a smokin’ deal on some meat.
Which happened the other day: stumbled into the Safeway right after they’d put the “Get RID of It” meat out and nailed two beautiful steaks, each of which provides enough for three of my meals: meat for six dinners for the price of two steaks. On sale: 30% off the already marked-down price. w00t!
At any rate, the Po’Folks diet tends to make one balloon up like a blimp. Of course on lots of starch, I’m madly gaining weight. Four and a half more years of this, and I’ll have a roaring case of diabetes.
Tried the vinegar and baking soda technique on the bathtub drain, along with vigorous plunging (after sealing up the overflow drain and the sink drain). That not only didn’t help, it seems to have made things worse.
Found a guy in town who says he can unclog a bathtub drain for $59. He has endless RAVE reviews on Yelp and almost no negative reviews. We shall see if he can do what he says he can do. He’ll come over tomorrow ayem.
Called WonderAccountant’s plumber but he hasn’t called me back. This situation is starting to look grave, so decided to accelerate the workman waltz a bit.
Finished the last of over a dozen articles for a sociology book late last night. As Tina was sending me her edits and I was sending her mine, what should come in but another Chinese math paper.
Piece of cake: got through that this morning, though haven’t had time for a second read-through. Whenever I get back from the dentist and dry the rain off my self. I guess.
Cooked up some dog food. Very, very tired of scrubbing up. Cooking and grinding up chicken is a messy, greasy job that makes a greasy mess of your counter top and a big pan and everything you touch. So you end up scrubbing and scrubbing and then scouring a sticky pan.
Revamped the Copyeditor’s Desk’s billing method, changing from per-page to per-word. This will eliminate some headaches and regularize our charges in a way that makes sense. PITA: in addition to coming up with a new rate sheet, I had to update the website, too.
Haven’t cleaned the house in over a week, so the floors are festooned with dog dunes. So had to sweep up all that.
The heated throw that I use to keep me and the dogs warm at night seems to be out of sorts. Last night I’m laying there and I feel these little {ping}s on my feet. Like static shocks from a doorknob, only milder. I think it’s old-lady tingling, though it doesn’t feel like tingling. Eventually I realize the dogs have moved away from that part of the throw. I unplug it. And the {ping}s stop. Hmmm…
So the electric throw is off the bed. An extra blanket is on the bed. And two heating pads are in position, to be turned on just before sack-time so as to warm up the sheets and a nightshirt.
Oh, ugh! How can I say how much I don’t want to go out in this WEATHER????? You think Seattle and DC drivers go crazy in snow? You ain’t seen nuttin’ till you’ve seen a homicidal Arizona cowboy driver in the rain. Water falling out of the sky! They just do not know what on earth to make of it. The tourists, who swarm the roads (to the cowboys’ chronic annoyance) at this time of year, are terrified because the cowboys are running amok, so the frightened, confused tourists all slow down, cringing their way down the road to the ever more extravagant rage of the locals.
After the dentist (assuming I survive), I’ve GOT to go by a grocery store. It’ll be after 5:00 before I get back…and that’s if I’m lucky and don’t get stuck in a traffic jam or hit by a hydroplaning fellow motorist myself. Realistically, the ETA is closer to 6:00 p.m. Oh damn oh hell.
Welp: time to go. The sky just let loose: it’s pouring. Naturally. Oh well. My car will get washed, anyway…
Have you tried using an old fashioned plunger over the bathtub drain? This has done the trick for me when things get plugged up. You would have to plug up the overflow drain with a wash cloth or something otherwise you won’t create suction.
Yup, many a time. Sealed up the overflow train, closed the drain in the bathroom sink and ran water in there. Ran water in the tub, and plunged frantically. Yesterday I did that several times. It’s stuck!
One more thing, if you do use a plunger, run some water while you’re plunging versus doing it dry.
Thanks!
Believe it’s the little squirtbottle top that fell down the drain some months ago, probably by now having caught great wads off hair and formed them into an impermeable clog. Drain guy is suppposed(!) to come today. We’ll soon see if it can be fixed without taking out the shower wall in the bathroom behind it…