Holy Moly! Where's the Lone Ranger!

Date: October 10, 2008

I would jump off a bridge but --- there isn't one handy and they are putting up a net under the Golden Gate Bridge - a suicide net.

If I had seriously entertained thoughts of NOT working - they have sure left in a hurry. (Wait until the rest of the baby boomers realize what happened to them!)

Once it was obvious that the Fremont house wasn't selling - and I have not NOT sold a house - eventually - thoughts of sitting in San Diego went out the window.

Mind you, had I known, I should have repaired the roof and the kitchen counter could have had a drop on face lift and I should have left San Diego  rented.
New sprinklers, new fences - all that could have been done while I had a tenant.

But - it was John's place - and he's there - or his urn is - and so, therefore, am I. At least off and on.

I will be driving next Sat morning early - very early . and I will come back Tuesday - Late.

Because it's recyle week in San Diego and I want to recycle yard waste.
Not to mention the pile of mulch I need to move.

Nope - work work work it is.

And they tell me I have a whole bunch of website stuff coming at me and that will be followed by a whole bunch of documents and design stuff.

Good. I don't like being idle or even thinking about it. Busy people can ignore the mass hysteria running through the country.

Seen it - been there - done that - move on already!

Meanwhile I have a yard to cut, a house to clean, and a truck to empty.

I did my washing - good girl!

I did dishes. I did shopping last week-end. (Must cook chicken.)

I have a newsletter to finish - more or less.

Somewhere in there I have a book I was working on.  Actually, a couple.
And software to install. And a printer-Acrobat 9 path to check on (fingers crossed).
and then -------  I am also looking at a network storage unit - a terabyte or two.

Busy busy busy.

As soon as I get home, I will flop on the sofa and probably pass out in exhaustion.
Nappy time.

I won't wake up until its time to feed the cat - for Summer has gotten LARGE and OLDER and WISER in the way of cats and has developed a very decided air of what I should be doing and when. She takes up half the bed. She must be petted and cuddled. She must not be disturbed. She must have a spot on the sofa if I am on it. My feet are playthings or chew toys depending on her mood. The blanket must be draped just so on the end of the sofa so she can climb under it - at which time my feet must come out from under it.

She's large enough to use as a shawl. Long and getting a bit rounder. Deeper longer fur. Lovely rumbling purr - but Ranger's is louder.

I need to take her back to San Diego and let her chase Ranger up and down the stairs.

I need to nap on that sofa.