First, a shout out to Oklahoma DHS foster child services as living proof that, if you think you’ve seen it all, you ain’t seen nothing yet. What a bunch of sadistic, incompetent, narcissistic boobs they are, from the money grubbing director to the petit tyrant case workers.
Really, you all just don’t even want to know. Complete numbskulls, totally corrupt and evil to the core.
As for me, I’m taking a breather to wash my moving and scrubbing clothes because they stink to high heaven. Yea, yea, I know, as soon as they’re clean and fresh, I’ll be back out in 90+ degree temps with gawd knows what humidity moving and scrubbing and, within an hour, maybe two, they’ll stink all over again, but at least it won’t be layer upon layer of stink.
The move is going as well as can be expected. The contract isn’t signed yet because the buyers went fishing yesterday (good lord, and here I am, stressing), but they better watch it because all their neighbors, cousins, closest friends and confidants are closing in for the kill to convince me they (the people who are supposed to buy the place) aren’t worthy of it, but they (their neighbors, cousins, closest friends and confidants) are and might even pay quite a bit more for it, if I’ll just tell them the price.
And people wonder why I am so, so grateful to now live in town. What is it with those so-called simple country folk? Is it lack of access to entertainment venues and bohemian coffee shops? Don’t they have enough to do? How is it they have so freaking much time to mind everyone’s business but their own?
At least I managed to unearth my old coffee making cupboard with the stainless steel top, which is going on the back porch for the summer as part of my summer kitchen.
I’m also still scheming on my rain barrel project. I need ten total to make the existing French drains virtually obsolete – well, not really obsolete, given the frequency of our monsoons, but definitely not so crucial.
Oh, and I have tomatoes. A ton of them. If I didn’t have to move and clean the old place today, I’d be busy tying them up because the branches are covered with them.
:troll
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Well, it’s now the afternoon and i’ve gone nowhere because the moment I put on my clean moving and scrubbing clothes, a gully washer moved in and stayed for, what – two? three? hours? which gave me ample time to gauge whether a total of ten rain barrels will be enough (not convinced!) and read up on special wands for cleaning gutters.
I kept checking the weather radar to see when this round of monsoons would move past and finally gave up and chose a book out of the pile of free, but pretty darned moldy, old paperbacks I picked up a while back.
So I’ve been on the divan reading Joan Didion for the past hour or so, and it will be another hour or so before I go because the Nat’l Geographic show about China’s Elephant Boy is coming back on and every time it’s come on, I’ve fallen asleep before the end and this is my opportunity to find out finally what happens.
By then, the rain should be in Tennessee, if I’m lucky although lord knows another round will move through just as I start out the door.
What a cool thing to have a back porch summer kitchen. I am glad you are clean and unstinky and enjoying a bit on you sofa.
We are still looking for rain here. The grass is turning straw colored in the park across the street. Guess the Park Service never thought they would need sprinklers here. It is cloudy and cool, however. The high today may reach 65, probably not.
Off to Trader Joe’s in Tacoma.
P.S. Send me some tomatoes!!!
Well, I’ve returned with unbelievable bounty: the coveted-by-dogs-everywhere OTTOMAN! which I managed to stuff into the backseat. There is much rejoicing and snorting amongst the houndies.
Also got the most desperate of ploys pulled on me, an extraordinary last ditch effort to undermine the sale.
A neighbor and longtime enemy of the fellow I’m selling to informed me he loved me the first time he ever saw me and he still loves me just as much and without love, life just isn’t worth living. He toned it down a bit when his wife drove by a few minutes later. Oh well for him – it’s as much as a done deed by now (if the place doesn’t burn down tonight)
What happy puppies they must be…and what an experience with you’re desperate neighbor. I am glad you are out of there.
I am sorry I ignored your rant about the OK DHS….they sound really awful. I am sorry you have to deal with them.
I have teeny chard!!! And TWO ruby red big strawberries!!!! WOOT!!!
Oh, don’t worry about ignoring the rant about OK DHS. There will be more of them, maybe even one every day from now on, for reasons I won’t go into except to say they’ve now made it personal, as if they hadn’t before, but they’ve really done it this time. Degenerate bottom feeding child abusers.
Hurray for your chard and strawberries! I just ate 1/4 of a gigantic, perfectly ripe, luscious watermelon. Now I’m trying to decide between finishing my book or falling asleep in my stinky clothes in front of the television. Hm …
It’s 3 in the morning. Your monsoons moved in here late this afternoon and the puppy girls refused to go outside before bedtime and get their delicate lady parts wet. Spouse had them locked in the bedroom with us. I was claustrophobic and one of them kept whining to go out, so I got up an hour ago and opened the bedroom door.
I have just finished steam-cleaning the carpet.
Oh, Kate! Ick! Been there, done that with the old cats. If we didn’t get up and feed them in the morning when THEY were hungry, they threw up on the hall carpet at will. Bad kitties.
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