Well, my attempts at resurrecting my home computer with some Franken-computer parts of old bodies has failed so far. I did get online briefly this weekend, but could only check AOL, no other websites. Not enough memory for anything else, the Franken-computer complained. My efforts will continue in my abundant spare time, but in the meantime, my blogging, blog-reading, and other surfing will be greatly reduced. I'm sure you're all completely disheartened. Feel free to paypal me money to buy a new computer!


Apparently acting in solidarity with the computer, we've also lost two fish this week. One of whom managed to hide it's little body behind a plant until it was really and truly disgusting to the nth degree. The other has mysteriously vanished. And I'm afraid. Very, very afraid. Saturday, I checked the tank, saw it's little body, scooped it out with the net, carried it in the aforementioned net down the hall to the bathroom, flipped the net over the toilet for the burial ceremony, and the corpse was gone. Seriously. I saw it in the net before I flipped. Then I flipped, and it wasn't in the toilet, it wasn't in the net, and it wasn't anywhere to be seen. I'm now having nightmares that the thing somehow got flipped onto the ceiling and is sticking up there like a spitball, and will fall on me at 3 in the morning when I least expect it. I may need a little fishy exorcist.


Saturday as I was putting Oscar out for the day, one of the neighbors who isn't Charles (that is, I don't know his name and he's never spoken to me or acknowledged me in anyway before) yelled out his car window "Hey, Honey, you're getting a flat" and I wisely chose not to take this as a sexist complaint about my chest, and instead walked around to see that, indeed, one tire was saggier than the others (again, we're talking about actual tires, not metaphors for my breasts).

I drove to AC Moore, where I had to be all day teaching, and in between committments there took the car (almost exactly) across the highway to Mr. Tire. By this time it was almost completely flat, although not damaging to the rim yet. They couldn't fix the tire, so I had to replace it to the tune of $75 for a new tire. Cuz when does someone have an extra $75 if NOT when they've just had unpaid time off from work for surgery, are now working reduced hours, still have medical bills coming in, have just taken the dog to the vet for two infected ears (did I not mention that? Oscar hates the vet and had to go for one red icky ear, and we discovered the other just wasn't complaining as much) and had her computer die???

I also hurt like a demon today. It was the first weekend in AGES that I felt like I could get up and do something, instead of just languishing away hoping Rhett would bring me another mint julep (and yet, he never does, not a one)

and so I gutted our kitchen. I mean that almost literally. I emptied it out except for what was on the counters (which in most worlds would be the mess, but in our house was not) and mopped the floor THREE times, and rearranged things, and replaced things and got rid of TWO giant trash bags worth of junk, and now I feel much as if I'd competed in a triathelon. Muscle weakness is yet another side effect of this lovely mess going on in my life, so even what most would likely consider "light housework" was enough to leave me aching and moaning today. But the kitchen easily looks twice the size (ex: we had all my small appliances from my own apartments two years ago still in boxes from the move, just sitting on the floor, and they are now hidden in cabinets)

I'll take it easy for the rest of the week - dare I say, spend some time knitting and spinning??? - and reorganize the cabinets and countertops this coming weekend. No involving my parents this time.