2002 Story Set
| August 6, 2002 I was attacked by the dishes this morning. My new job has a warm office. I get tired and my eyes get dry. I did a big document - a lot of art - a lot of editing - and came home beat to death last night. I made Mac and Cheese (ugh!) and had ice cream and crashed. So this morning, on wandering into the kitchen, I was greeted with a 3-day pile of dirty dishes that was threatening to climb out of the sink and come after me. I took the hint. I did the dishes. It is also garbage day and I had already put out the bulk of the garbage last night. But of course, there is other stuff to add. My bathroom and my son's room for example. I grabbed these items and a plastic garbage bag. But the garbage was not in a cooperative mood. 80% of the crap landed on the kitchen floor. And I hadn't even had my coffee. Dressed in a ragged old mid-length nightgown, a very nice silk robe and barefoot, I was sweeping the recently scrubbed kitchen floor for debris that should not touch human hands. Syringe covers (needles are in biohazard soda bottles - called home sharps containers) and vial lids and stuff from my bathroom not to be mentioned. Ick. I got it up (99% anyway) and out in time. You can count on the garbage guys to be right on the dot at 7AM (and sometimes earlier) should I be lax in setting things out. I forgot the recyclable bottles. Shucky darn. Next time. This week was the cut-up cardboard. Boxes and boxes of it. The dog is out, the animals I watered and fed last night, but the cat, however, wants a clean litter pan and is rolling around on my feet. Orange fluff ball that he is, he knows better than to be more vocal as I have recently washed him. I wandered around fixing breakfast (the kid rolled over, looked at me and rolled back over), eating something and drinking decaf. I laid out my clothes, rounded up papers that still need attention, and assembled my pills. The peaches, the several I had picked, were nagging me. They had tiny brown spots and were threatening to spoil in the heat. So I peeled them and cut them up. The whole lot of them. I set them out with a plate on the top and put a dish and spoon on top of that so the kid would know to have some. I made his sandwich. I set out his breakfast and a drink. I was awake enough last night to realize the "0" on the asthma dispenser means empty. This morning I double checked that I had in fact inhaled the correct one. I could not find the light brown pants - I think I have some - but found size M pants in dark brown that I can wear. Size L is more comfortable but I am also swimming in them. Time to witch hunt the missing peach skin. I entertained myself falling over the fan in the hallway - made more dangerous by the rug shampooer splayed on the floor in the hallway as well. I showered, flung makeup on my face and staggered out to work - at 8AM. I am about 45 minutes late. Lucky. The way I was dropping things, tripping over things and losing track of things, it could have been much later. I never checked on the biopsy they did on my leg so I will know tomorrow. Must call LA TNT too - to start the set up of the fan club meeting. But first - I need to stop and get stuff at the store. Making brownies the right way tonight. Cook at 300. Must remember that. |
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