Confessions of a One-Track Mind

Yesterday was definitely Friday the 13th all over the damn place. I hadn't realized, but when I found out, I was so NOT surprised.

Went to breakfast with Mb, a place I hadn't tried before, but she said their omelets were good. An omelet sounded wonderful, so I got one with tomato, mushroom and onion with cheese. There was ample cheese, but I was quite pissed by the paucity of vegetables, since each item had a surcharge. I bitched to the manager about it, too, but he kind of shrugged it off. Last time I go there!

Then Mb discovered her car was in dire straits---her serpentine belt had given up the ghost, which required SO to come and pick me up and deliver me to my foot follow-up appointment while Mb dealt with the car.

I don't think I'm going to be going back there, either. Not only did I get hit up for another $70 for the visit HE mandated, when I asked questions about other things, he tacked on an additional $30, saying that the more complicated my case is, the more it's going to cost. I don't think this is ethical---I'm not even sure it's LEGAL---basically, I'm being punished for not having insurance, and I don't have to put up with that shit.

The culture results came back---it's NOT MRSA. It is strep, just not that variety...ironically, it IS resistant to Clindamycin, which is the $65 stuff I'm on. Still, with that kind of investment, I'm going to take it til it's gone. It can't hurt! Meanwhile, the foot is continuing to improve; this morning when I got out of bed, I was able to trudge to the bathroom without hanging onto the bed for a moment while waiting for my heel to stop hurting.

The...award? for the worst Friday the 13th goes to Bunny, who wrapped her vehicle around a pole on her way home from work. Not her fault, someone ran her off the road, I'm told---but it does put my irritations into perspective. She's shaken up, and I'll bet she's sore all over today, and I'm very glad it wasn't more serious.

dine, I've got "Breathe" on now, and it's quite nice. Thanks again!

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ThunderBunny showed up around ten this morning and just left a few minutes ago. In between, we attacked my living room, specifically my couch and surrounding area and my coffee table. When she left, we were both able to sit side-by-side on said couch (loveseat, actually), and the big-ass coffee table was cleaned down to bare wood and swapped out with a smaller version (actually a side-table).

The ottoman that matches the loveseat came in a year ago and since I didn't have room for it, I stood it on one end beside the door and used it as a dropping-off spot for things as I entered the house. Now it's horizontal as intended, albeit with a plastic bin of stuff to go through atop it. Shift that, though, and voila, additional seating.

The whole rug that anchors the area is visible; the only thing on it is the coffee table. In the process of unearthing it, we found another dozen cans, a new flashlight, and go-ahead-and-laugh-but-it's-really-not-funny, a chair I'd completely forgotten I had. (It was piled with pillows and a bedspread. Which reminds me, I need to launder bedding to go on the sofa-bed; I can't put my BFF on a bare mattress with just sofa cushions, can I?)

This has substantially lessened my anxiety, and once I've reduced the heap o' stuff on the other chair, I'm going to take a pic to send GK so she can see that it's possible to open the bed. Maybe I'll even unfold the bed to prove it.

Mind you, it's not going to be on the cover of House Beautiful any time soon, but it really is a vast improvement.
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Was that my second bag or my third? Second, but there *will* be a third. The barricade in front of my bedroom closet has gone from hip-deep to knee-deep and it's finally down to ankle-deep. No, damn it, I'm NOT exaggerating. But there's nothing under the bottom row of clothes, and I'm pretty sure one more bag in the bedroom will take care of the worst of it.

At this point, I've unearthed two hammered aluminum trays and a cookie sheet---I can only conclude, since the cookie sheet was in an upper strata, that I grabbed it because I couldn't find a tray when I needed one. Also a butter knife, an iced tea spoon, an entire egg carton's worth of hangers, most of another egg carton of aluminum cans (bearing in mind that I just recycled 43.5 pounds of cans LAST WEEK), several pairs of shoes, two pairs of panties and a Santa hat with leopard-fur trim.

I have not done laundry today, but at least with all the hangers I've unearthed, I can hang some of the stuff that's piled on top of the dryer. Now that I can get to my closet, I can also get to the drawers where my underwear is supposed to live.

Possibly, maybe, fingers crossed, I *might* have a visit from ThunderBunny tomorrow. TBunny is one of those full-tilt organizational geniuses, like GK, excellent at looking at what I consider to be a hopeless situation and going, "Okay, here's what we do first--". She's very chipper and positive about it all, and I know for a fact that if she shows up, more will get done in three hours than I'd get done single-handedly in a week.

A side benefit: She has a truck, so we can haul boxes of stuff to the thrift store...easier than trying to pack it in my subcompact and unpack when I get there, although not as bad as 43.5 pounds of cans! Everything goes faster with another pair of hands!

I'm now going to pray that TBunny's visit comes to pass.

Dinner sounds good.

I'll say grace, too.
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