Category: summer

Tuesday

Here I am! It’s time to go back to work! The weird part is that I’ve been feeling like I needed to go back to work a couple days ago. Like, needed to, but didn’t want to, it just felt like it. But here it is. And of course, because I need to go back to work today, I went to sleep very late for me, and didn’t sleep well at all!! It was hard to even walk the dogs today I couldn’t get my eyes open and focused. Instead I had vivid dreams about old friends.

So the cable thing with my grandparents turned out really well. I am sooo happy about that and continue to cross my fingers that this will be it for a while. It’s like a huge weight has been lifted off my shoulders but I’m still bracing for it to fall back onto me.

Ended up forgetting to trim my nails and to do my laundry. Woohoo! Hopefully I have clothes left to wear.

Made an appointment for my puppy girl to go to the vet on Monday. She’s been very interesting of late: she’s the new TimeKeeper where that used to be the longstanding duty of Gable’s. On the dot she’s there making a racket about what we’re supposed to be doing in the daily routine. She’s also been eating her food readily and demanding more. I like to tell myself that I’ve finally cracked the picky greyhound feeing code, but I’m afraid that what’s happening instead is they’re just old. In Liana’s case, I hate to think about it but maybe she’s so into time now because her time is coming to a close and she knows it. I tell myself that’s not the reason and maybe Gable just got tired of doing it after all these years. There’s a bump on her neck, free moving and not attached to muscle just skin, but it’s getting bigger and it hurts her to the point where she’ll scream and my girl is TOUGH. I’m going to ask them at the vet, but they typically don’t want to do anything and will opt to put meds on it instead. I want it out, though, and I’m sure they’ll say well we can biopsy it, but it’s $200. WTH. I was like, well, if that’s the case maybe I’ll just borrow a syringe and some  lidocaine from work, buy a cyst punch and do it myself. I don’t want to, but dude.

I don’t know what’s going to happen at work now without the extra front desk help. They keep employing teenagers temporarily which doesn’t solve the problem at all. This teenager is actually their neighbor’s kid and she has a confidence about her that’s more arrogance than anything. Like a this is boring, I don’t want to be here arrogance. The doctor asked me a question about Taoism the other day (ie what it is) and whether I knew it or not I didn’t get a chance to answer because she was like, know what it is and I didn’t bother listening to what she was saying, but I’m pretty sure Taoism and Confucianism are pretty similar. I know that it’s Chinese in origin. I managed to look it up the other day and it’s pretty much Chinese hippy stuff. Lol. More organized than that and more respectable too, but just with any religion or belief system, there are many different ways to go about it and the meaning changes per region or individual. Whatever. Doesn’t bother me. At least she’s not incompetent.

Been writing more short stories! I took a break for a while, but I’m back at it!

Man, this whole break has been go go go, despite not having any actual break plans! I rarely got to sleep in and it was so filled with stuff to do that I barely played any actual video games. Only lots of phone games which I hate to admit, but it’s the truth. Homescapes has been my new vice. That romance story app game thing started to get annoying so I stopped reading. Like I’d mentioned in the past, pure romance stories start getting old after a while because they get repetitive, unrealistic and cliché. My favorite story so far has to have been the zombie vs. alien one. That was very creative and interesting and I didn’t think I’d like it because the cover art was weird. Speaking of stories and romance, I picked up my old smut story recently and have been doing some major revision on it. It’s turning out well, but I have to decide how I want to fix the ending…almost done, but that ending is just ridiculous…haha just like those dumb romance stories. Starts out strong and then the ending is just lacking.

Buh. Now I don’t want to go back to work.

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Hottttt

Well, not so much hot as humid. It is crazy humid out there. What was hot was just 50 miles south. I’ve been up here so long I’ve forgotten what not northern hot and humid is. Now imagine 100 miles south of here, or all the way in deep south hot. Left my car outside the garage on Saturday until about 4 or so and inside is was an oven. I was seriously concerned about the stuff inside my car. Saturday was absolutely gorgeous too.

…now imagine trying to survive a summer season like that without any AC at all ever. No thanks. I’d like not go back into depression mode again.

Good news is that I’ve been able to seal the fence! Whoo! Progress! It was a little hampered by the fact that my neighbor was having a big party in his backyard for his son who graduated, so I didn’t get to completely stain that side even though I did bleach it. I decided to do the other side instead to stay out of their way and then realized that they’d have clear view of me the whole time. Oh well. It’s always something getting in my way, you know? I did find out that the side I ended up working on was not well off. Because the sun would beat down on the other side of that fence, the side I was working on looked absolutely terrible with mildew, mold, etc. Now it’s even worse since that side neighbor put up a 6 foot vinyl fence. BTW…I don’t think I ever want a vinyl fence, no matter how much easier it is off the bat. They don’t seem too sturdy and without gaps I can see the whole thing coming down in a windstorm or a hurricane, especially with the yards the way they are in that neighborhood: no trees to speak of. It’s a wind tunnel. While I was busy doing work, Gable and Liana would beg to come out and then in, out and in, because while the day was low humidity and beautiful, the sun was hot hot hot! Gable did get lots of attention from all the people at the party. I’d look over to see him getting love and enjoying every second of it. As soon as he came over to see them, literally everyone stood up and rushed to the fence. Liana barked at them, was OK with it, but then wandered off to lay in the shade. She’s more of a one person dog? He’s gregarious.

We wandered off to Lowes after dinner of amazing cowboy ribeye steaks, and only had about 40 minutes to shop before it closed, but I spent 20 minutes of that sidetracked, trying to catch a kitten. I’d pushed a cart back into the cart return really loudly because it annoys the HECK out of me when people just leave carts around when the freaking return is TWO STEPS AWAY. Ok, so maybe 4 steps. Have some decency people!! Can’t stand it. Anyways, I pushed it in so loudly, I saw something dart out from under a truck, so I followed it because it was little. Really little. Turns out it was a little gray fluffy kitten and it stared out at us from behind a tree, mewing so pitifully. I think it was hungry, why else would it have been hiding under a pickup so close to the store? By itself??? I looked around and didn’t see mama anywhere. My biggest concern was that some heartless dumbass had just dumped it in the parking lot. So I got down and went to see if it would come to me or if I could grab it. I got some help from a Lowes employee (my brother was nigh useless, but a good barrier/run preventative) and lamented that we hadn’t used my car which had towels and collars and leashes and such in the back. I got really, really close to it, and actually came to me and smelled my fingers at one point. More than anything I wished I’d had some fried chicken on hand because I KNOW it would’ve come right to me. I wanted to grab it, but also didn’t want to get rabies or some other disease. Cats really aren’t my knowledge base. I was about to reach around and grab it since it trusted me more than any of the men when another guy and his young son came up to see what was going on and I made the mistake of asking for their help. This guy was too forward for this kitten and eventually it ran into the sewers and away over a hill. I hoped and prayed that it wouldn’t get run over by a car, but the fact that it knew the sewer led somewhere was a good indication it knew the area well. Probably feral. But I was SO clooooooose! And one feral off the street or at least fixed is better than none.

I was upset that it got away, but a bit relieved as well, because 8:30pm on a Saturday…what vet would be open and would take it? Plus we had no way to carry it and not get massacred by the claws of death, and if I took it home…uhhh…my greyhounds… Still, I think about it and how close I got. What a passion for animal rescue and rehabilitation inside of me. I don’t even care what species.

Maybe I should start keeping a net in my car, lol.

Vacation High

Monday and yesterday had me on my vacation high. Nothing fazes me during that time and things just roll off my back. Started coming down on the commute home yesterday when I finally got mad at someone. It’s amazing how every single time I forget about what it’s like to come back to driving up here. Especially during the school year. Everyone’s crazy, terrible, inconsiderate. I was trying to walk into the grocery store, mindful that around here instead of waiting for you, it’s everyone for themselves and they try to “beat” you so they don’t have to wait which translates to 10 points for running that pedestrian down just so that you can later see them in the store, so I stop and wait as 2 cars come barreling from either direction. They both end up stopping for me, but one so close into the crosswalk and impatiently waving me along. Might as well have just gone. They can’t even be patient, patiently. Defeats the purpose of doing a courtesy when it’s begrudgingly. It just puts into perspective how much stress it is to live around here; little stresses, but it’s constant. It turns you into an insensitive jerk too, because you have to be to survive, even if it’s not your nature.

Maybe that’s why I ate so much on the trip. LOL. I was relaxed. And, yes, I truly was relaxed. Slept well, hung out, no worries about work or traffic commuting, or being anywhere at a certain time. It’s crazy, too, when I realized how being relaxed opens up my brain. It’s like stress of work focuses it too much, like looking down a narrow hallway straight ahead, while relaxation (TRUE relaxation) broadens my perspective. All of the sudden I noticed that words come to me much easier, I’m not nearly as negative at work, looking to the good of people more than before. Less pinched-feeling overall. In the last 2 days I’ve been back to work I noticed people saying things to me that before the trip I’d be all gossipy and negative about too, but I’m less inclined to think that way now and they’ve noticed (body reading at it’s finest).

Won’t last much longer, I’m afraid. I do have a 4-day weekend coming up since I worked on Monday, which means I can extend my good mood a little longer, but alas, I’ll be back by next week. Sigh. This. This is the exact feeling and lifestyle I miss. People are nice, laid back, and considerate. I can shrug my local persona and just let my natural inclinations out. It’s a happier life with lower blood pressure overall. You just forget about it until you have it again.

Sigh. Gotta put my extra skin back on soon. Boo.

In other news, fall is coming! Or is it already here? The tree is coming down on Friday if it doesn’t storm too badly. I’m excited! When we got home the entire top of the tree was bald, and brown leaves in a massive pile on our deck. None of the other trees look like that. This one has given up. I still think it was Gable’s nitrogen poisoning causing all of it. Also why I can’t grow grass back there. Dogs…

LOVE shopping for fall décor and costumes and such. Speaking of which, gotta get moving on the costumes! Oh man, that’s another thing I miss! There are fabric places in the south!!! There is literally ONE place around here that sells fabric. Why? Because people just don’t have time for stuff like that.

You know, I read somewhere that people who are always “bored” and are always booking their lives full of events tend to have lower IQ’s, because those with higher IQ’s tend to think about things more. Not sure how accurate that is, but I do know that I hate overbooking my schedule, or booking it at all. It always amazes me when I meet people (they’re everywhere and I’m related to some) who literally can’t sit still. It’s like they’ll die if they stop moving. Those people are always wound up and have no clue how to relax. If they had to sit still in quiet for 30 minutes, they’d freak out. Anxiety. I’ve learned as I get older, how precious it is to find someone who is comfortable in their own skin and comfortable with their own spirit. Meditation is just that, isn’t it? But there’s fake mediation and there’s true meditation. Mindfulness, whatever you want to call it. Be comfortable with yourself. Believe me, I had lots of practice with that this vacation and I’ve always loved it my entire life, so I’m no stranger to it. Drove up and down all by myself with my dogs. And what is being at the beach if not relaxing mindfulness?

Back from the Beach

…and I have to go to work. On a Monday. Very saddening. Am I spoiled? Why, yes, yes I am.

Despite the trip having been extremely enjoyable and restful, I’m glad to be back home in my own bed. No doubt Gable feels the exact same way. Liana is probably the only one who still wants to be on vacation. Gable is almost exactly like my grandpa. Old men. Sheesh.

I can’t wait until Friday for the 4-day weekend. Still not recovered from all the driving and such.

I drove by myself down and up and even in between, so it’s exhausting in a different way. The trip down was absolutely awful. Not only was it raining like crazy, and I was driving by myself, Gable had spent the morning throwing up and threw up several times in the car, which meant that I hadn’t slept much at all and I had to drive with the noxious smell throughout the ride. Sleepy AND getting sick myself from the smell.

Right at the beginning of the trip when we were going to get the old peeps, I was driving and looked up to find that a stick bug was perched on the pillar just to the left of my face. I don’t know what kind of omen that was, but good gravy I was glad it wasn’t a spider.

We ended up with gorgeous weather and only 1.5 days of rain so it was really, quite heavenly. We initially ran into a bummer of a fiasco with the beach-access door. Basically, we couldn’t reach the beach at all through the house because the door mechanism was busted. The maintenance guy didn’t come until the next day and even then they told him it was as simple as we couldn’t figure out the lock, but nope, the door just literally wouldn’t open. He was there in the hot sun forever and finally after ruining the door, we were able to get outside! It’s all on the owner of the house now. My grandpa and Liana were very upset about not being able to get onto the deck and then onto the beach. I used the beach access to come around the other side, but everyone was relieved and very happy to finally be able to enjoy what we came to enjoy.

The house was stunning, updated, and beautiful, the deck and balcony were indescribably delightful, the sand, the waves, the weather….it was great. All of it.

But you know how it gets with family…as much as I love being with my relatives and being able to give them a low-stress vacation like this, it grates on you after a couple days and it makes you wonder what if it was just me and my immediate family.

Great pictures, though, with 3 different cameras. Now we’re still going to be unpacking for a week, still have to get the pictures printed and such, and my pocketbook needs to recover.

At the beach

…but. Can’t actually get onto the beach because the only door to access the beach doesn’t actually open. Something is wrong with the mechanism whereupon you can turn the handle, but the thing doesn’t engage to open the door. We can get there via public access which we will have to do until it’s fixed (person is supposed to be coming at some point today…they said they’d notify them first thing in the morning, which is probably 9am and who knows how long after that it will take). Very frustrating to not be able to get out and enjoy the beach the moment we get here. My grandpa was very displeased as he loves sitting on the deck.

Another displeased customer is Liana. The instant she got here, she remembered what it was like and wanted to go out onto the deck as soon as possible, but alas. I took them out to the beach this morning and she’s just so happy.

Unfortunately, the other old man of the party, sir Gable, did not have a good trip down. He had worked himself up so badly the night before we left with all the packing we did that he threw up twice that night (meaning, no sleep for me) and then threw up multiple times on the car ride. Thankfully for everyone else I was driving by myself with them so I was forced to solo-endure the nauseating perfume of multiple instances of dog barf for 8 hours. He felt pretty bad and I was very worried about him collapsing. Of course he wouldn’t want to eat but I forced him to at least eat some broth, rice and chicken. He dislikes being force fed but he needed it. The instant he got out of the car and into the air conditioned house he was better. Actually the moment I pulled down the window and he got a whiff of the beach air he felt instantly better and perked up. He made it through the night without incident and today he is reserved, but he certainly feels better.

I was thinking in the car that this might be the last time I’m able to bring him here to the beach unless we have a van.

It’s so adorable to see Liana beyond herself with excitement. The recognition of THE BEACH is pretty awesome to see in her. Still afraid of the water rushing to her feet, while he’s a total pro with it all, but I know she secretly enjoys it.

I hope this maintenance person comes soon. The weather seems to be pretty decent for the most part this week. The hurricane probably won’t hit the area until next week.

Back to slug speed

Operating very slowly today. Last day before we start vacation.

Tropical Storm Irma is now a category 3 hurricane. Lots of contention between the European and American models as to what trajectory it will have, but please please please…I just want to enjoy my trip…already with the period messing up life as usual. Not to mention I’m very worried that if it becomes the absolute monster category 5 hurricane they predict, our tree has not been able to be taken down (sealing the lot, delay in processing and now the trip) and we are terrified a big storm is just going to knock it onto my neighbor’s house or ours. I’m looking out the window right now and the squirrel is going crazy on it, jumping here and there and looking for food. It’s eating the struggling plant in the pot now that has survived countless squirrel attacks.

A massive bee was trying to get into our house last night. *shudder*

I tried to pack my bags last night, but Gable kept coming into my room like, “mama what you doing” so I gave up. He and Liana have been going crazy because they know something is up.

Just work today, then eating out and finally getting to pack my bags. Thank goodness they finally opened up our lot to be parked in. I ran out of work yesterday, leaving my boss and my room because I was very concerned about there being a severe lack of parking spaces, which there would have been if they hadn’t reopened the lot.

Then I had some crazy dreams about the beach, eating in a fast food place, and something else.

Yowza

I finally put away my 3 baskets of folded laundry  (with a half load in the dryer still) and good gracious I have too much clothes. Definitely will have to weed through them again. I’ll be getting new scrubs too, so those will also be weeded through. No point in having too many shirts or whatever. Just makes it harder to pack later and put them away. Some articles I’ve been keeping around because I’ve been hoping one day I’ll be skinny enough again to wear them properly, but alas, that’s just a dream that is very unlikely to happen. Purging material possessions is therapeutic, though, even if I’m watching my hard earned dollars go with them. Can’t deny the reality of my lateral growth, though. Haha. No matter how much I’ve been working out, I like food quite a bit and was never looking to reach a particular weight anyways. When I come back from the beach.

Ha. When I come back from the beach! I have all these plans since this vacation is a year marker for me…a long overdue one. I will be weeding through my clothes (several hour process) and then kicking the dog costumes into high gear! I must succeed this year! I must reach my goal.

So I’ve been playing a game on my phone called Wordscapes where you have to turn a scramble of letters into words that fit into a crossword layout. Been at it for like 2ish months in the hopes that it will feed my mushbrain. Yesterday, I forgot my phone at home and for those instances I have a puzzle book I keep in my workbag. The last time I picked it up I’d left a bunch of blanks where I couldn’t for the life of me figure out what the words unscrambled to. I looked at them and flew through the remaining answers. It surprised and delighted me. So the game has been working to train my brain. Reminding myself of certain vocabulary words and recognizing patterns quickly. I am pleased. This old brain can still do things after all.

As much as I’ve been trying to suppress my excitement for this trip, I think it has taken root and is blooming…has been blooming…for the last 2 days. Last night was the 2nd night in a row where I’d wake up at some odd hour and be fully awake. I typically wake up around 5am and nap for about 2 hours, but yesterday and getting worse this morning I couldn’t go back to sleep. My body wished to jump right out of bed, eager to get on with the day. To what end? A quicker approach to Saturday, no doubt. In a hurry. Haven’t packed yet because I know what Gable will do. He has already been suspicious of us and won’t leave me alone. Took some effort to make him stay in his room last night. He’s lying on his bed right now with one eye open, watching me, when normally he’s napping soundly.

Time is really going slowly. I managed to put away all my laundry, surf Facebook and write all of this and it’s not even 8am yet.

So, of course, we couldn’t park in the parking lot last night. Still on the road. I don’t like parking out there. The worst part of this is since it rained a lot on Tuesday, they tried to dry things out, but it never did, so the seal isn’t taking very well in multiple areas. I took a late night snooping walk with the dogs last night and poked a stick at the wet-looking spots. It’s pretty wet. This morning, nothing has changed. All the wet spots are the same. Someone needs to take a heat gun to them. I had a thought on Tuesday in all the rain, a worry, really, that we won’t be able to park in our spots on Friday which would be awful because how are we going to pack the cars? We’ll be packmules walking out to the road. Not to mention the trash won’t be able to come. I noticed this morning that they didn’t paint all the lines yet on the wetter half of the lot. I hope they at least open the good half to alleviate the parking situation. I’m worried about this afternoon because it’s not a Wed or a Tuesday where I get to leave on time or early like yesterday…and Thursday traffic SUCKS. It’s been bad all week given school is now back in session, but Thursdays are really the worst. The only good thing that came about all of this is that I’ve been forced to practice parallel parking and I’m slightly more confident in my abilities. Still suck at it. I’ve been fortunate in scoring very large spots. I hope I never have to parallel park again after this. At least not regularly.

It has been chilly at night! I like cool nights, but darn, I need to find bigger blankets.

Ok, tonight, I have to work out again or at least stretch, and start pulling out the bags. If I do it all tomorrow night it will be calamity in here. WOOF WOOF WOOF