Fri. Aug. 21, 2020: Die for Tourist Dollars Day 93 — Tired

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Friday, August 21, 2020
Waxing Moon
Pluto Retrograde
Saturn Retrograde
Jupiter Retrograde
Neptune Retrograde
Uranus Retrograde
Sunny and hot

It’s getting hot and humid again, so I am getting grumpy again, especially with the allergies.

Yesterday, I got some client work and some yard work done. Took my mom to the other doctor to get some things dealt with. Freelance chat, which was fun. Tidied up the deck.

My landlord came over (with his mask and folding chair) and we chatted for two hours. He’s put a lot of research and work into an historical project that someone else is trying to control, and he wanted advice. Since I knew the other individuals involved, I could give him advice based on their past conduct and patterns. Hopefully, it was helpful.

Got some reading done, but not much else. The mice arrived from Chewy in a big box — ordered only because I needed to spend an extra dollar to get free shipping on the playpens. Instead of shipping it all together, three little toy mice arrived on their own in a great, big box.

But all three cats love the mice.

Overslept this morning, decided to put off going to the dump and recycling off yet another day. Picked up my mom’s new medication at the pharmacy, which was MUCH more expensive than I expected. So I have to put off buying the lumber and the fabric for the screen.

Did a grocery run to Trader Joe’s. Too many people in the store, ignoring the traffic arrows, but at least everyone was masked. And the staff is so great.

Home, full disinfectant protocols, then heard from the library there were books ready for curbside pickup. Masked up again, drove down in my yoga clothes (because hey, curbside pickup). When I got out of the car to go to the table to pick up my bag of books, some women getting out of another car berated me for not wearing a bra. “What if there were children here?” (There weren’t — we were the only two cars in the parking lot). Plus, my shirt was black and oversized and nothing was showing. PLUS, it’s none of her damn business.

So I looked at her and said, “Why are you staring at my breasts?” and she stared sputtering.

I grabbed my books and came home.

I’m having a serious case of the don’t wannas today, so maybe I just won’t. Had a good first writing session out on the deck, though.

Have a great weekend.

4 Comments

  1. For your screen – have you got a couple of shawls that could be clipped over a rod?

    • No place to put a rod behind the chair. I need something I can put up and take down that stands alone — can’t hang anything or fasten from above. I wondered about that.

      • Two floor standing hatracks with a rod?

      • We had a hatrack a few years back, but it broke, and we haven’t been able to find a good one around here since, much less two. I could, I suppose,, bring up my rolling rack from the basement and drape a piece of fabric over it, but we’ve just designated the rolling rack as quarantine for clothes that can’t go immediately into the washing machine when worn out and about. It’s not that big a deal — the view in my office behind the computer desk is the books and the table with the encyclopedia. I just have to make sure stacks of unfiled “stuff” doesn’t accumulate. We could use a nice screen anyway, so maybe this will be the catalyst I need to actually get it done.


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