As the title suggests, it’s been a pretty slow week around here. I’m trying to think of anything interesting that’s happened, and nothing much comes to mind. Doug got his first COVID shot on Friday, so his arm is sore and he’s running tired right now. So far, he hasn’t had any other reactions. Hopefully he won’t. That was the extent of my reaction too… sore arm and a bit tired, so we’ll see on that front. But other than that, it’s been pretty “normal” around here. And I’ll tell you what, dear reader; I’m sure not complaining. I needed a good dose of normal to calm my mind down from all the “not normal” of the last few weeks. Okay, no one would describe our lives as “hectic” but after the five years of slow living up in Washington, the year and change of living down here has been like hopping a roller coaster without a harness, y’all. I ain’t even lying. Doug is living the dream, he’s working from home. He gets to sleep through the morning and work nights as he likes to do, and he’s loving life. It’s good to be Doug right now. Sore arm and all. 🙂
I did make a bunch of calls over the week to set things up for the coming weeks, so this lull won’t last long. We still need our fence put in, and that’s supposed to happen “the first week of May” according to the new office manager. And the people from the landscaping company did come out and look at the gate they installed in our back yard because it’s warping. I told them when they put it in that is was too flimsy. So they’re supposed to replace that with something a bit more sturdy. The gate in the back yard is meant to keep the dogs from getting into the little side area where there’s an access to the crawlspace that isn’t fully covered. I don’t want the dogs to find a way under the house. Eventually, we’ll address that access and have it remade, but for now a cheap-ish gate seemed the way to go. I also bit the bullet and called a housekeeping service to come out and see how much it will cost to have them come clean the house once or twice a month. Mostly dust and clean in corners, which I just can’t seem to keep up with. Right now, I am gasping for air and I don’t think all of this dust is helping. We don’t cook much so the kitchen doesn’t get very dirty, but the dust, dear reader, the dust gets everywhere. We are living in a desert after all. Anyway, they’ll be coming out tomorrow to give us an estimate.
Also, the part for my computer came in, so that’s getting installed tomorrow too. That was a bunch of “hurry up and wait” followed by, “we’ll be there soon.” The guy I talked to sounded so… exhausted too. Like he had been talking to angry customers all day. The way he said, “The earliest I can have your part to you is Monday.” just sounded so sad. Like, “Please don’t yell at me, I’m doing the best I can.” I was all, “Monday is fine.” I mean he did call me on Friday, so Monday was a perfectly reasonable day. You know? I feel so sorry for retail and service workers these days. People yell at them for things they have no power over. Like, it’s not their fault things are getting delayed due to the plague. They can’t do anything about it. Why am I gonna yell at them for it? I don’t understand why people scream at them for it. Tomorrow is gonna be a busy day. If I can find the breath to do it, I need to clear out the space around my desk because they said that the technician needs a “clear space to work” and I can dig that. I just need to move my walker and a dog bed and clear some of the knick-knacks from around the computer.
Part of me wants to get up and clean things around the house before both the computer person and the housekeeping person come in, but two things stop me. One, if I clean up before the housekeeping person comes, they will not be able to assess the situation properly. And two, my body won’t let me. I mentioned before (if I don’t edit it out) that I’m gasping for air, and I meant that literally. My asthma is kicking my ass right now. I had to take numerous breaks this morning while tending to the dogs. I had to sit down and recover from washing my hair. I don’t know what’s causing it, but something is not letting me breathe, and I don’t think I can go around sweeping up dust just for the sake of my pride. There was a time, dear reader, when I would have never let someone into my house as “messy” as it is right now. But that was before I married Doug. He just doesn’t care. If he doesn’t care, neither do I. If people judge us for the dust in our corners, well they’re not friends. Because anyone who is a friend would know that I’m disabled and simply cannot keep up with it all. And Doug doesn’t see the dust. No, really, he doesn’t see it. .
Anyway, that was our week. Nothing much happened except for Doug getting his shot and me preparing for the next few weeks. I hope y’all are doing well. Have fun.