June 12th, 2020

Just stuff

I got an email this morning that my shopping time at the recycled fabric shop will be 10:20. On Sunday. There will be one other shopper there and a staff member. $2 a yard. They usually don't have much in the way of knits and that's all I'm interested in so it could be a total wast of time but if there's anything I've got plenty to waste of... it's time. So, what the heck. I am pleased with the time. I was afraid I'd get something in the afternoon. 10:20 is perfect.

The HOA president, did, indeed, list her condo. It's one I'm very familiar with and I knew they had done work on it. Their contractor whacked a water pipe and flooded out the unit below. But, according to the photos, they did a magnificent job. It's really gorgeous. And beautifully staged. I know, from experience, that the afternoon sun fries the place so it stays horribly hot all night. Their duckless air conditioner does little to help. And, there is only one bathroom which is unacceptable to me but, hey, it looks so pretty!

Wonder of wonders, I got a lovely email this morning from a project manager at the company we pay to manage this building. He says they will be fixing the terrace above me by the end of next week or the following and, once the leak is fixed, the contractor will be in touch to fix any damage to my unit and I should contact him if I have any questions! Holey moley. When I think of all the months I went through last time never hearing anything and then getting a false promise before months of silence again, this is freakin' amazing. And yeah!!

In the past, whenever Google rolled out an android beta, I've signed up. New and shiny? Yep, I'm in. I've often regretted it. Stuff doesn't work right and for the past two times, Google Pay, which I love is disabled. Last time, I swore I would not do it again. No beta. Wait like smart people. So, they released the beta yesterday. And I waited. About 10 minutes.

Stuff doesn't work right but it kind of does. And Google Pay is broken but I can't see needing that for a while. So I play/fight with the new and shiny.

Also new and shiny is Alexa. I was working with a group at the University of Washington. They were using my data. Amazon provides no easy way to grab the interaction between me and Echo. Google provides several very easy ways to get all the data I want so I had to switch to Google Home.

Yesterday I added 3 new plugs. They are off brand el-cheapo plugs and Google Home refused to acknowledge them. So I tried Alexa who's attitude was 'hey new friends!! come on in the fold so happy you are here!!!' The UW folks don't need my data any more so I totally dumped Google Home. I set up all my routines on Echo. Soooooo much nicer and easier all the way around and quite a bit snappier. She's fast, that girl.

Last night I found some frozen hash browns in the freezer and I have ground beef and a half an onion that needs to get to work or get to the dumpster. So today there will be a casserole made.

And I think there will be laundry done. I might tackle those drawers under the TV. I will crochet. And, probably, finish watching Lenox Hill on Netflix.

Biggie says hi. He's under the bed right now, taking his morning nap. He's volunteered to help with the drawer reorg. But only after his nap.

It's totally howeird's fault

Poor howeird has been trying to find comfortable underwear now for several weeks. In vein. It's a tough project for sure.

It took me 70 years. But last year I found the perfect stuff. How can you not try underpants labeled buttery soft??? And they are, indeed. I bought 6 more pair immediately. I wear them all day and sleep in them at night. They are the most perfect thing ever.

But howeird's underwear trials and tribulations got me worried. What if they disappeared. What if mine wore out and I could not get more??? Yes, they would be dirt simple to make but where in the heck am I going to find this buttery soft fabric?

So, I ordered 12 more pair.

bill_schubert, when I die and you come to clean this joint out and you find a massive load of underwear with the tags still on them, now you know who's fault it is. If you want to go after him, he's living in Las Vegas now - he's the one with his panties in a bunch.

And other things that make my life lovely. My spam slicer.


Spam is very easy to slice and very difficult to slice evenly. Except I hate this amazing Spam slicer. I had Spam for lunch.

Then I made what is basically a Frito pie with has browns instead of Fritos. It's either going to be delicious or OMG NO!! I'm going to have it with chilled canned pears that are wearing a dollop of mayo and a little grated cheddar cheese.


The dishes are done and the kitchen is clean.

All the laundry is done and all but the soft dresses put away. Biggie needs to finish Biggie-ing them.


And, I cut my hair. Trimmed the back actually. It's been looking pretty good lately. I think not swimming every day is helping. At least I'm not frantic to have hair dressers open.

It's raining lightly outside, but not, thankfully, inside.

Now it's time for a little TV, I think.