My Week: Going Nowhere

Sunday was spent trying to fill the ocean with a spoon. Well, not exactly, but it seemed close. You see, the waterbed mattress I bought a year and a half ago (I think it was) has stretched a bit. Where it had stretched was a giant air bubble. A correctly filled waterbed should allow the owner’s behind to briefly touch the bottom of the frame and then lift it back up. I could sit on the bottom of the frame. Not good.

I didn’t want to string a hose through the house just to top off the mattress. For one thing, I can’t get it hooked up in the bathroom. The water has to come from the faucet on the kitchen sink. That isn’t a long, long way from the bedroom but it’s long enough to let the mattress get overfilled. If I’d been filling an empty mattress, that would have been one thing but I only needed to add a few gallons. Not realistic to do it with a hose.

The pitcher I use to fill the distiller holds .5 gallon. It takes two fillings to get the distiller ready to run. I don’t own a larger pitcher so it was the only alternative to stringing that hose. I grabbed it and a large funnel and headed to the bedroom. I didn’t time it, but it seemed I spent the next couple hours (exaggeration here) filling the pitcher at the bathtub and pouring it into the funnel which was inserted into the whatchamacallit in the bed. Trip after trip later, when I’d test it, I would briefly touch bottom. I was ready to burp it.

Now, two people burping a waterbed makes quick work of it but one person…well, let’s say it isn’t easy. I didn’t want Twinkle anywhere near a bare waterbed mattress with her sharp back claws so all of this was taking place behind a closed door. Besides, she wouldn’t have been any help, anyway. I was trying to lie down across the bed and roll down to the opening but the air bubble would just migrate to either the side where my head was or the other by my feet. Then I got the bright idea to get the broom and use it to chase the bubbles. That worked. It wasn’t long until I could close it back up and make the bed.

After all that, I was tempted to lie down and take a nap but I didn’t.

DD and merm had spent the day at IKEA buying whatever one buys there. I’ve never been to one of their stores so I’m still a little in the dark. I know people love it and, after they shop, they spend days putting things together. At any rate, we still haven’t had our Sunday visit. From what she posted on Facebook, one thing she bought was a larger desk since she is again telecommuting.

We’ve had days and days of rain this week and, Tuesday morning, I woke to snow!

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The white stuff came down in fits and spurts. It would really be peppering down one minute and the next, it would stop. It was enough of a tease to have me wasting time watching to see what it would do. What was on the ground didn’t last long. It was still so sloppy wet from the rain, there was no way it could freeze. It would have had to be a lot colder than it was.

Wednesday, I’d intended to go to prayer meeting but the time slipped by and I didn’t make it. One person, at least, missed me. I know that because she posted it on Facebook.

Thursday and Friday, the sun finally came back out. I was able to get some sun both days. Thursday, when I came back into the house, I saw that DS1 had called. I called him back and explained I’d been outside sunning. He said, “Oh, you’re doing Old People Things now, huh?” Yes, I am. On Friday, the postman had a package for me. I had gone out wrapped in my coat and snug sack but had to shuck them because it was so warm. I did have on clothes under them, but I was all comfy in my Little Debbie camp chair and leaned back with my eyes closed. He surprised me by saying, “I didn’t know you had a porch back here!” He deposited the package on one of the lounge chairs and said, “It’s a nice day!” I had to agree. I told him I try to get some sun whenever I can. I’m officially an Old Person.

I’ve been watching “Earthlings” off and on. It isn’t something that’s easy to see. It isn’t for the faint of heart (which I am much of the time) or something to watch while I’m eating. I made it through Pets but then when the next section came on, I had to stop. I still haven’t gotten back to it.

I knew a couple of my friends from church were going to participate in the craft show at the nursing home yesterday so I told one of them she should go meet Genese. She took me up on the suggestion and Genese posted thanks on my wall. AND she’s going to introduce my friend to Wordscraper. I thought I had the last game all wrapped up and Genese came along with a word almost at the very last that sunk me completely. I do believe I am winning the current game.

This morning, I was looking at my gas gauge and figured I’d need to get gas soon. Of course, I hadn’t been anywhere for a week so, at that rate, maybe it will be a week or two. Then I was reminded of something that is, in one way, a sadness. In another, it isn’t. The last time I had the tank filled at the neighborhood station, the owner told me they were closing. That was the day before Thanksgiving and their last day was the Friday after. So…it’s the end of an era. I’m sorry to see them go but they are both older than I am and deserve to do something other than work the rest of their lives. I wish them both well.

Song service was made up of Christmas carols. I zipped right through all of them. I usually dread them because I don’t play them enough to be comfortable. I was feeling pretty good about my playing but the Lord knows how to humble me. When I launched into the Doxology that I play every week, I thoroughly messed it up. People either were nice and acted like they didn’t notice or they actually didn’t. I don’t know which it was but I lived through it at any rate.

I just opened what I thought was the electric bill but it wasn’t. It was in a different kind of envelope that I thought was odd. It’s a survey trying to prove that a new tank for our water district can’t be installed without a grant. I’m using my future income rather than my last year’s since that’s what I’ll be living on. This isn’t a flush neighborhood so it probably won’t be hard to prove we can’t afford it. Water is already expensive. The base rate is $19.95 a month, even if I don’t use a drop. I never go over the 2k gallons or the next 1k would be something like $6. $6.83 to be exact. I looked it up.

Well. Tomorrow starts another week. I’ll see how long I can make it before I leave the premises again.

2 Responses to My Week: Going Nowhere

  1. Lila December 3, 2011 at 8:23 pm #

    What is the documentary about, and how long is it?

    • Tommie December 3, 2011 at 9:07 pm #

      It’s about man’s treatment of animals. It’s a little over an hour and a half long. An eye-opener, for sure.

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