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I've actually felt like I've had quite a lot to say
lately ... I just haven't felt like I've had the time
to write any of it down when I also had the energy and
alertness to do so. (Despite a pretty crappy Monday
and Tuesday, I did get some productive stuff done this
week. And I've got a rather full weekend scheduled.)
I've lost a windowpane. :-( But I finally got a
definite and official answer from the city
regarding what kinds of windows I'm allowed to have.
:-) But now the contractor who had been supposed to
give me an estimate isn't responding to my email.
:-( Getting the window+paint situation resolved
before cold weather arrives would be good.
Apparently my cat doesn't taste good. My usual
defense against biting insects is to stand near
people who taste better. Go to a festival? I'm
fine. Go to a place with fewer bugs
alone? I get bitten. Some flying bugs got in
before I got a screen up to cover where the pane
of glass now occupying a small, glittering pile
on the sidewalk had previously been. And Perrine
is not drawing them away from me. Coulda' sworn
I had a can of bug spray somewhere ...
(Yeah, I need to sweep up the broken glass.
When my back stops hurting from sweeping it
into one pile out of usual kid-traffic instead of
being strewn in front of three houses, I'll work on
getting it picked up and disposed of properly.)
Question ... a calf cramp that still won't
unclench 37 [expletive]ing hours
later: bad sign, or just really, really annoying?
If bad, how bad?
Neeeeed mooooore diiiiiisk spaaaaaace.
Noisy next-door neighbours mostly quiet lately,
except for the one night when I heard a woman
screaming about another having left for the bar
without her, and how since these weren't her
kids she wasn't going to take responsibility for
them, and would just lock them in the house and
go off to wherever ... and if I heard right (and
no, I'm not sure that I did), I got the impression
that the "not my kids" in question were the
speaker's shouter's grandchildren.
(I don't think she actually left like she was
threatening. I'm not sure.) Anyhow, I'm grateful
for the relative quiet.
Tonight different neighbours got loud:
someone behind my house (comparing voice
effects to loudness-at-my-back-door, I'm
thinking maybe the far side of the
sort-of-street-sort-of-alley in between
Lombard and Pratt), shouting so hard that
her voice was distorted, with the overtones
starting to swamp the fundamental, in a
classic Balteemoar "hon" accent, about ...
uh, someone who had wronged her by going
off in a car with all her stuff with someone
else who had wronged her and she was going to
kill them and no she really meant it and
(in response to a male voice too low for me
to make out) she wasn't scared of so-and-so's
gun because whether you put a nine to her head
or not she's going to go when it's her time
to go and she knows so-and-so better than
their own mother and ... and (still shouting
at really the very top of her voice) "no,
I'm not angry". Fortunately she was only
audible from my kitchen and bathroom, so
not an ongoing annoyance once I headed back
to the bedroom. But still ... wow. She
went on for quite a while, too. I wonder
whether she trains for that, or will wake
up tomorrow more hoarse than people who
helped their friends try out the new Beatles
Rock Band game (I saw three different reviews
just after it came out, all of which involved
people hurting themselves by getting carried
away with the singing and not having warmed up).
Mom gave me food. I should cook and eat some
of it, then see whether my body is willing to
sleep. Then if I get where I want to go in the
afternoon I should try to remember what all I'd
wanted to say all week tomorrow night. (Oh yeah,
I meant to write something for invisible
disability week ...)
Oh drat. I spoke too soon about the next-door
neighbours. There's an argument on the sidewalk
under my bedroom window.
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