Today was one of those days where everything took three times longer than it should have for no apparent reason and really? Who cares? It's not like I'm getting paid according to tasks accomplished. It's just frustrating, you know.
However, seeing Rainbow Princess Magnolia was an unexpected sweetness in the day. Lily and Lauren came over to borrow Mr. Moon's trailer to haul some furniture back from Lauren's parents' house when they go down to visit next week. Maggie came with them and wanted to come in the house and check on all of her friends.
"Oh, Zippy! I have missed you so much!" she said, cradling my old precious chimp to her bosom. She also wanted to play with some miniature furniture that Linda Sue sent a while ago. She loves these things.
Lauren and Mr. Moon finally got the trailer all hooked up and the tail lights working to his satisfaction. Lily has had strep again and is recovering nicely but stayed in the car in order to prevent any sort of contagion.
"Thank god Lauren can do all of this," Lily said. "If I had to haul that trailer the kids would have to wear diapers because there's no way I could stop and park it."
This would be true for me too.
I was furious. The fuckers had already ruined about twenty-five pounds of raw peanuts by pissing on them. I ranted and I raved and then I cried because of all that work and it had come to that. Glen asked if they could be washed and I told him that yes, I had washed them but I really don't think they'll be edible. I mean- potato skins are not impermeable. If we were starving I might consider it but I just don't think that would be prudent.
And please, please, do not offer suggestions as to how I can keep the cats from peeing in random places unless your suggestion involves getting rid of the cats. It is a complete mystery why they have taken it upon themselves to mark the pantry as their territory but they have. I do not keep a litter box. They have access to the outside at all times. They are not crippled or lame. I personally let Maurice in and out of the house at least twenty times a day according to her whim. I'll let her out and if the wind is blowing the wrong way, she'll decide she wants to come back into the house.
Thank god for air-conditioning. I cut the corn off the cobs and scraped the back side of a knife over the kernels to get all of the goodness out of them, just the way my grandaddy taught me to do.
I am so very tired. As god is my witness, tomorrow I am not going to do a damn thing that requires being on my knees or sweating profusely.