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well that was timed perfectly
Oct. 26th, 2021 03:41 amAnd so the second day of vacation ends with the question why does taking one allergy pill knock me for a loop and send me straight to sleepyville but two has me WIRED? I shouldn't complain as I am no longer sneezing every four seconds, so there's that.
Anyway, day 2 was spent working on the incredible hurdle that is/was my room. I wish I had the courage for before pictures but it was... it was bad. I managed to knock it down to presentable and even "can look for things" or do projects if I want, though it's still not 100% done. Or as close to that as one ever comes, anyway. During this, there were dudes (one dude?) with chainsaws outside my balcony. I'm not entirely sure why they do this at the end of hurricane season but whatever. I hear a thump and see a branch (small but clearly large enough to fill my balcony) on said balcony. I don't use my balcony 99% of the time because I live in humid hell and also SPIDERS but I like the option to use if I want. I figured they'd pick it up and do whatever with it when they were done. Actually, when I saw the silhouette of a dude on my balcony (I had my curtains closed), I figured one had popped by to do just that.
Imagine my surprise at around 2-ish when I finished my room, or maybe just decided fuck it, close enough... and looked out and saw the branch still there. Um... the dudes are nowhere to be seen, so I gather up my trash and recycling stuff and drag it out, slowly, wondering if maybe the dudes went on lunch. Saw the truck, didn't see any dudes. Finished my trash run and walked up to the truck when I hear the chainsaws elsewhere. I eventually called the company (part of the walk was to read the name on the truck) and they were very nice about it. She said she'd tell B, and then maybe ten minutes later the doorbell rings and a dude is there and asks if it's all right if he goes through the house to the balcony. I say sure because might as well.
But dude. So thankful I cleaned up because oh, the mortification otherwise.
The other plus side is that when I got a bee in my bonnet about old Halloween pictures, I actually managed to find the box with them. Well, I found the box and one picture, which I will share later when I've scanned it in. I found one of the others elsewhere but I do wonder where the rest are. *muse* Not that there were a ton, but I do remember that there should be a she-ra, fluppy dogs, and rainbow brite. Rainbow is missing, and I also know we had more than one picture of the fluppy dog year.
Anyway, day 2 was spent working on the incredible hurdle that is/was my room. I wish I had the courage for before pictures but it was... it was bad. I managed to knock it down to presentable and even "can look for things" or do projects if I want, though it's still not 100% done. Or as close to that as one ever comes, anyway. During this, there were dudes (one dude?) with chainsaws outside my balcony. I'm not entirely sure why they do this at the end of hurricane season but whatever. I hear a thump and see a branch (small but clearly large enough to fill my balcony) on said balcony. I don't use my balcony 99% of the time because I live in humid hell and also SPIDERS but I like the option to use if I want. I figured they'd pick it up and do whatever with it when they were done. Actually, when I saw the silhouette of a dude on my balcony (I had my curtains closed), I figured one had popped by to do just that.
Imagine my surprise at around 2-ish when I finished my room, or maybe just decided fuck it, close enough... and looked out and saw the branch still there. Um... the dudes are nowhere to be seen, so I gather up my trash and recycling stuff and drag it out, slowly, wondering if maybe the dudes went on lunch. Saw the truck, didn't see any dudes. Finished my trash run and walked up to the truck when I hear the chainsaws elsewhere. I eventually called the company (part of the walk was to read the name on the truck) and they were very nice about it. She said she'd tell B, and then maybe ten minutes later the doorbell rings and a dude is there and asks if it's all right if he goes through the house to the balcony. I say sure because might as well.
But dude. So thankful I cleaned up because oh, the mortification otherwise.
The other plus side is that when I got a bee in my bonnet about old Halloween pictures, I actually managed to find the box with them. Well, I found the box and one picture, which I will share later when I've scanned it in. I found one of the others elsewhere but I do wonder where the rest are. *muse* Not that there were a ton, but I do remember that there should be a she-ra, fluppy dogs, and rainbow brite. Rainbow is missing, and I also know we had more than one picture of the fluppy dog year.