So, as some of y’all might know, I have this need to rearrange furniture every few months or so. It’s been a part of my basic psyche for as long as I can remember. Even when I’m as sick as a dog, I can’t overcome this urge to shuffle the furniture in my living space around. I mean, even when I worked in an office, I’d move my office area around whenever the urge struck me, much to the chagrin and delight of my office mates. Even when I lived in my motorhome, I moved things around, and that stuff was bolted to the floor — and the walls, and the roof — so yeah, it’s a very strong thing that needs to happen in my life. All that being said, I moved the furniture around in my living space this past week. Now, in years past, this wouldn’t have been much of a problem, but as I get older, and my body gets more and more frail, this compulsion to move things around does become a bit problematic. What once took me an hour, maybe two, took me well over four hours to accomplish, and a full day to recover from. But, and I cannot emphasis this enough, this is an urge that will not be denied. Like, I can say to myself, “The furniture is fine where it is.” for weeks, even months. Sometimes I’ll try and trick my mind by moving stuff around on my desk or the kitchen counters… but eventually I will move the furniture that my mind wants to move. I just will. I can’t stop myself. Even if it hurts my back or exhausts me. I mean, I’ve learned how to “work smarter, not harder” so it doesn’t hurt my back as much, or exhaust me as much — which is why it took me so long to move a desk and a few chairs — but that only goes so far. Anyway, that’s something that happened this week, and I spent a day or two recovering from it.
In other news, we had our sprinklers turned on this week. It occurred to me when I was calling the company back because one of the “zones” had been left running afterwards, that I’ve never lived in a house with something so decadent as a working sprinkler system. Like, I grew up in California during a huge drought, and the thought of a sprinkler system was just, wrong. Plus we were dirt poor, so only rich people had sprinkler systems. Nowadays, it’s more of a middle class thing. But even so, I’m in my fifties, and I still think that a sprinkler system is kind of a luxury thing. The only reason we turned ours on is because our back yard is a big patch of dirt and we want the clover and trees to grow. New Mexico is a desert area, without regular watering, some stuff ain’t gonna grow. I don’t have the stamina to stand out there for fifteen minutes every night, so why not let the sprinklers do it? Like, we let them run for the minimum needed, but we still let them run. That’s just something I had to talk myself into. I did get the sprinkler company to come out and fix their mistake, so the zone isn’t running anymore. All is well in the sprinkler world.
On the not so great news front, I still do not have a fence, nor do I have a renovated mud room. Like this is just getting tedious y’all. I have all of the things I need for the mud room to be done, but things just keep happening to push that further and further back. Same thing with the fence. The fence was supposed to be done last week, but of course it wasn’t. Something about the paint company messing up. Yada yada yada. Eventually, dear reader, they will be done, and all will be well in the house of Willow and Doug. Okay, that was a bit dramatic, but y’all, all of this was supposed to be done months ago, it’s getting tiresome. Speaking of tiresome, there’s something amiss with my computer. Blah. It’s mostly working just fine, but if I try to play a video game, the fan starts to run on high. Only if I try to play a video game. It’s so loud that I can’t hear the game. I opened it up and blew the dust out, but that didn’t fix the problem. I spent almost two hours on the phone with tech support, and they ran all of the diagnostic tests that I ran, and a few more. I mean, I get it, I’ve worked in companies where people totally don’t know what they’re doing and say to tech support, “I know what I’m doing!” so the dude had to go by the book and run all of the same tests, but it was still exhausting. I’m now waiting for a replacement part to come in and hopefully that will fix the problem. It’s totally not the end of the world if I can’t play video games, but I have a lot of time on my hands and, as the moving of furniture proved, there isn’t much I can do to fill it. I’ve spent a lot of time this week staring out my window. Not a lot goes on out there. My neighbors are having yard work done. That’s about it.
I also spent some time purging my social media accounts. For some reason, I created a Twitter account and an Instagram account earlier this year, along with a Reddit account and some other miscellaneous accounts. I honestly never go on the Twitter or Instagram unless I get a notification about something and then it’s just to browse for a bit and then I log off. I don’t really follow anyone for reals and I don’t use them as they’re meant to be used — to connect and socialize. So I disabled them. I logged off of my Reddit account and am considering disabling that too. I totally disabled my Nextdoor account — most of the people active on that website are all “there’s someone suspicious outside, watch out for them.” and it’s usually either a worker, a salesperson or a teenager walking their dog. A bunch of pearl clutchers if ever I saw one. Right now, the only social media I have is this, Facebook, and I guess, YouTube. That also cuts down on my screen time. So yeah, I did spend a lot of time staring out of my window. I would have liked to have spent some time outside in my front yard, but I don’t have a fence! But soon, y’all. Soon.
The last thing that comes to mind is that spot on the bottom of my foot. I mentioned it before in a previous blog post, but I’ll summarize again. I stepped on a sliver of glass a few months and didn’t get it all of the way out (I guess). It was a little white spot, but now it’s a black spot with some red around it. It doesn’t hurt as much to walk on it unless I’m walking on a hard floor without my slippers, but it’s still there. I tried poking at it with a needle and some tweezers but the skin has grown completely over it and it’s way deep. I think I might have to bite the bullet and have that looked at, but I can’t really decide on where to go. Like, is it an urgent care type of thing? or should I make an appointment with my doctor? In these times of the plague, this kind of thing just seems to be chump change and not so urgent. You know? Also, I’m kind of scared that they’ll have to cut the bottom of my foot open to get the bit of glass out, and that’s gonna hurt. Ouch. Weird, right? I’m in pain from the stupid thing already, and I’m in constant pain all day long, but I’m scared to go to the doctor because I don’t want them to cut my foot open because it might hurt. Our brains are weird, y’all. Anyway, that’s about it for this week. My allergies have calmed down a bit since I got my inhaler back. Thank goodness for modern medicine is all I have to say. I like breathing.