I got up before the alarm
went off to call Parker. Not only did she not answer, but her phone
would not take a message. I went back to bed briefly until the alarm
rang. The day was overcast, so I sat with my Happylight and read.
Then I swished as I read e-mail. The doorbell rang and a man handed
me a package. I have forgotten what was in it. Then I exercised and
juiced. I got dressed and drove to the church on Jordan. Jane
showed me the two projects they will be doing next year. I signed up
for the pieced one (Three Shades of ...) and took a handout. I probably won't make the
whole thing because it is 95x95 and uses 8.5 yards of background
fabric. That is pretty incredible since it wouldn't take that much to make the backing. I walked out talking to Beverly. My dad called to ask for
my flight information. I did not have it with me. I stopped by the
Asian store for kimbap and sprouts. Then on to the computer store,
where the saleslady told me that my fan arrived yesterday and the
tech's harddrive failed today and my laptop might be fixed by
tomorrow morning. When I got home, I looked up my flight info and
called Dad. I asked if he had a trombone I could practice while I am
there, and he did. Then I went outside to rake and pull up dead
flower stalks. I moved a piece of ceiling board to the side of the
house where I intend to use it once the area is fully dried out. The
rest of the construction leftovers I put in the carport to keep dry.
I brought in the mail. I answered e-mail, and read some e-mail. I
listened to an audio interview of an expert electrician on electrical fields
of cell phones, wi-fi, and smart meters. You could tell he was
miffed at being dismissed by gov't and industry professionals for
reporting the facts about these fields on human health. Ignoring
the rest of my e-mail, I went into the garage to do some more
decluttering. The birds were in there and chittering at me for
disturbing their space. I threatened to nail screening over their
nest in the insulation if they didn't stop. I threw out some stuff
that was broken. I rearranged other stuff. I tried to find a way to
make a quilt frame out of PVC that would be about 9 inches by 40+.
Not sure how close I came but I can try again tomorrow. I ripped
apart an old round table skirt that someone was going to throw out.
As I was ironing it, I heard scratching from the nearby duct work.
There is a small sliding door into the duct area and I opened it.
The scratching stopped for awhile, then started a little further
away. I wished my mom was here so I could ask her how to get rid of
mice. Her answer probably would have been cats. Not wanting the
commitment of a cat, I seemed to remember someone recommending used
kitty litter. I tried to think of someone local who would have some.
I am sure MaryAnn has plenty, but the post office wouldn't want to
deliver it. I put some lemon mash in a lid and placed it inside the
door. That seemed to work in the attic. I cleaned out some boxes of
scraps and consolidated them. I brought in my sewing machine from
Chris' car so it wouldn't freeze. I looked up the weather to make
sure there was no rain forecast for tonight or tomorrow. I came up
to make breakfast and ate it in front of the computer. Chris had
already sent me his skype message announcing that he was ready if I
was. We skyped for over an hour, talking about the stuff the movers
put on their list for the estimate and what they did not put on the
list. Then he went to bed (I assume) and I got caught up in checked
repins on Pinterest. It tells me when other people pin one of my
pics to their page. Sometimes my name accompanies the pic, and
sometimes it doesn't, which makes it look like it was their picture
or project. So I tried to find those and add a comment that it was
from my Pinterest site. I got sidetracked and found myself reading a
post called “28 ways to fix what your kids did”. One of them
talked about ways to repair a scratched CD. Fascinating stuff. And
then I posted to my blog and hopefully went to bed.
* This is the next Renegades project *
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