The compressor on my air conditioner crashed so, after a couple days, Maintenance brought up a swell sixty-pound job guaranteed to keep dry ice solid, make coffee in the morning and start the bacon. And it did all that for three hours and died. The compressor was fine but the fan refused to rotate. Maintenance is now looking again for me for a replacement. I have to emphasize that the air conditinoer is my responsibility, not the Complex'. That's in the Rule Book. But a little baksheesh goes a long way here and I will get one that works. Free.
The bedbug scare is over and, over the past week, I have unpacked all my clothes and hung them back up, and replenished the contents of my dresser drawers. The canvases and framed pictures are still sitting out because, if it cools off some, it might be fun to hang them on the walls. ANd with this I am doing dishes, cooking, cleaning, working with addicted kids and managing an afternoon nap. Or a morning nap some days just after breakfast when my blood sugar goes up and my eye lids go down.
We have two House meetings tomorrow, one about bedbugs, which may be causing some problems on at least one floor. It will be sparsely attended. And one about Medicare which will be well attended by old folks claiming Foul Operating Procedures. Well it is a government operation after all.
I have lost thirty pounds since I've been here, eight months now. This has been caused by the spring rains and stress over the loud and intrusive Canada geese. Who have mostly flown away now but will be back in April again. Also in the rule book there is a section about not feeding the fowl as it attracts them and they bay and honk for bread crumbs. This morning one old biddy (did I say --tch?) was feeding an entire family of them from a large bag of something. I think that somebody should go to her room tonight with a two-by-four and slam it into both her ears until she understands that being nice to the nice geese is not nice. I wish it could be me.
While doing dishes this morning I invented a recipe for a gumbo of brown rice and either chicken or pork tenderloin with blackened seasoning. I am going to make it in the crock pot in a day or so and try it out on Mabel across the hall. She is (a fine!) 87 and could eat nails for breakfast without it affecting her. She also uses mountains of salt on her food. She is healthy as a horse. She does not need a doctor. That is Mabel's picture somewhere here. She is as suave as I am and I love having her for a neighbor. Maybe she and I together can beat the goose-woman to death!
I am reading Charles Todd World War I mysteries and I have just watched UNSTOPPABLE which is about train wrecks and heroism. High adventure.
I don't know how the title fits in here, it was supposed to be for something else. But I promised it in an earlier post, so there it is!
Ta!
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