April 20th, 2018

Typhoid Mary

I've now been to three Mariner games this year. They have won none of those games. Dots connected. I'm very used to it. I've been a Mariner fan for years but I feel badly about those who go thinking they might win. My next game is May 3. This is a warning.

But, the game was still fun. It was boardline chilly when the sun moved off of our seats about mid-game but that was better than boarderline warm. The attendance was sparse the two people to the left of me never showed and the three people to the right of me left mid-game so I had elbow room! And the scooter made the whole experience better.

This morning I was all set to go to Grocery Outlet until I remembered the high school gun march... Turns out all the high schools in and around Seattle are getting together at a park two blocks from here at 10 am. Then, an hour later is a e-tournament in the stadium exhibition center a block the other direction. I think I'll stay right here inside my house today thankyouverymuch. Or maybe a walk around the block but no way am I taking my car out again until tomorrow.

A couple of weeks ago, I wore new shoes and rubbed a hole in the top of my foot. Well, more like a divot. Anyway. I dug into my bandaid box and found a small one just the right size that said it was waterproof. I had two of them and no clue where they came from. I put one on and left it on for a week. Yes, VERY waterproof. I took it replaced it and left that one on for a week. I took it off this morning and there is no trace of the divot. None. Nexcare. I'm not kidding. These things are perfection in the bandaid (plaster) world.

Today I have pants to make and household chores. I have sewing to do and the other usual stuff. Plus TV and crocheting.

Well, that turned out to be not much

I don't know what happened up at the park (with the student rally) or down at the exhibition center with the e-game crowd but here in the middle it was a quiet day except for helicopters. On the ground there were fewer people than usual.

I made one pair of pants and started another and printed out a pattern (that still needs to be taped together) and then, for some reason, I got focused on the damn terrace drapes again. So I dug condo ladder out of the closet next to the elevator and strapped on a dust mask and climbed up. Getting up high enough was challenging but doable-ish. I got the drapes down and they are washing/drying right now. Getting them back up is going to be the trick.

I did find my old bed stats which I clearly no longer need and a bunch of hardware left by the guys who installed my adjustable bed. In that box was the power backup which they just didn't install. The guy I hired to set up the replacement remote discovered it was missing and got a new one and installed it. It does not work - never has- and, his installing it is what turned out to fuck up the operation for six months. But, whatever. That store pissed me off enough to never go back anyway just on the sale alone.

Ok so. The first curtain came out of the dryer and I got it up on the ladder to check length (it's too long so I needed to know how much to fold it over). I figure that out and then thought I'd just try it. And damn if I didn't get it up!! It's perfectly wide enough and now has about 24" of fold over at the top so if it shrinks more, I'll just fold less. The curtain rod has circle rings to which little clips are attached so I clipped it back and all is good! It was hairy but I survived. Wonder if I can do two???? The second one is in the dryer now.

Stay tuned!!

There's enough city dust up there to choke perfect lungs. I wonder if I'm going to pay for this breathing wise... I did have a mask on which was not fun but, hopefully, gave me a little protection. I have the sneezes now which hopefully means it got stuck in my nose and not my lungs.

This old lady's still got it!

These pictures cannot explain how pleased I am with myself. My body may well be screaming tomorrow but right now I'm on an accomplishment high.

The wrinkles will hang out. NFW was I going to iron these things. But I got 'em up and they are long enough and I actually like that they aren't as full. Now maybe they won't blow over the rail when we get wind.  The left side are the pre washed/rehung and the right side are the wrinkled bt clean and long enough.

Job done.


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I did discover while I was up on the ladder that yet another of my neighbors has moved out. And this one was my work at home buddy. He lived there for at least two maybe 3 years. And he was just there on Monday!  Bye bye...

Steam Relief

I just had the very most unpleasant conversation with Sandy, the president of the HOA. I sent her an email asking if she wanted the bed slats (she likes to make wood stuff). I told her that if I didn't hear by tomorrow morning, I'd put it in the dumpster so that she didn't even have to respond if she didn't want the stuff.

She called which annoyed me. (If it's important for you to call, how about a 'ok for phone' text?) She yammered on about some crap that did not involve me and I asked her if she wanted the wood. And she said 'I'll be right down.' I was just before putting dinner in the oven so I stopped and waited for her to show.

She got here and was talking about how she should come down and vacuum the carpet on my terrace. WTF?? I said that I was waiting until they did all the fixes. Plus I was perfectly capable of doing my own vacuuming.

The conversation deteriorated rapidly. She kept laughing and I was getting more and more insulted and finally I told her that I was really not happy being laughed a and she said she was laughing with and I said I wasn't laughing. Then she went on and on about how stressful the board president's job is. I know it is. I am grateful that she has the job. I have told her this a bacillion times. In a lot of different ways. Tonight she said that she was thinking about quitting and about moving.

I said I was sorry and she said she was sorry. And she turned heel and left. The whole thing was massively distasteful.

I'm sure we are no longer pals but I'm not sure she was someone I wanted to be pals with anyway. I still do appreciate all she has done for the building. And I still do wish I did not have a hole in my terrace ceiling with no control over how and win it gets fixed nor do I have any idea how old I'll be when it does get fixed.

I feel like she has thought it was 'old lady cute' of me to bitch about it and has had me on a 'take a number' schedule all while laughing about it when she sees me.

She feels like I have no appreciation for all she does and she needs laughter to reduce her stress and that I've been laughing with her.

Ugh. I thought writing it all out of make it feel better but it doesn't. I hate confrontation and discord. So much.


EDIT:

Ok, I do feel better. I cleaned up the terrace. I put the ladder (that has lived out there for the workers to use) away and vacuumed and cleaned off the furniture and arranged it. I'm moving on.