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yellowrosetxSo, this is one of those run back and forth days. Write a little, clean a little. It seems to work out nicely when my knee on ankle is cranky. I hate doing the drug thing, so.... this is a form of therapy. I just wish my dear son would grasp the concept that eventually my patience is going to end with him and when it does, the roof is going to raise. When working with him, breaking between each room that needs to be done seems to help a lot.
When logged in, I've been using my PT answering machine as the AOL auto-answer tends to fry on me.
Just had one of those WTF moments. Get this, people, some collection agencies, that call themselves creditors bureaus (not CREDIT, but creditors), actually have the balls to call your neighbors when they can't get hold of you. Cripes, have these people NOT heard of certified or registered mail? Like I was going to interfering in my neighbors' financial affairs. Maybe I should go across the street and leave that neighbor the creditor bureau's number and tell her to use those magic words "I'm filing a complaint via my attorney." It's possible that there's an identity theft issue involved, but you know... that's not a good reason for calling the neighbors when you obviously have a recent postal address to MAIL THEM A FUCKING LETTER. It's not like it was a family member that needed to get hold of them in an emergency.
Anyway... going to make sandwiches on the griddle for dinner tonight.
We still have the following to do tonight, besides cook and clean up:
Water plants. (every night thing)
Finish living room
One of the litter boxes needs to be changed.
Kitchen/dining room needs to be cleaned up.
Laundry (some already in progress) (8:45 PM, one dry, one in dryer, one in washer and a large item waiting). Going to attend to that after dinner.
Tomorrow
Tom's room and bathroom need to be done.
I feel tired.
When logged in, I've been using my PT answering machine as the AOL auto-answer tends to fry on me.
Just had one of those WTF moments. Get this, people, some collection agencies, that call themselves creditors bureaus (not CREDIT, but creditors), actually have the balls to call your neighbors when they can't get hold of you. Cripes, have these people NOT heard of certified or registered mail? Like I was going to interfering in my neighbors' financial affairs. Maybe I should go across the street and leave that neighbor the creditor bureau's number and tell her to use those magic words "I'm filing a complaint via my attorney." It's possible that there's an identity theft issue involved, but you know... that's not a good reason for calling the neighbors when you obviously have a recent postal address to MAIL THEM A FUCKING LETTER. It's not like it was a family member that needed to get hold of them in an emergency.
Anyway... going to make sandwiches on the griddle for dinner tonight.
We still have the following to do tonight, besides cook and clean up:
Finish living room
One of the litter boxes needs to be changed.
Kitchen/dining room needs to be cleaned up.
Laundry (some already in progress) (8:45 PM, one dry, one in dryer, one in washer and a large item waiting). Going to attend to that after dinner.
Tomorrow
Tom's room and bathroom need to be done.
I feel tired.
