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I've actually felt like I've had quite a lot to say lately ... I just haven't felt like I've had the time to write any of it down when I also had the energy and alertness to do so. (Despite a pretty crappy Monday and Tuesday, I did get some productive stuff done this week. And I've got a rather full weekend scheduled.)
I've lost a windowpane. :-( But I finally got a definite and official answer from the city regarding what kinds of windows I'm allowed to have. :-) But now the contractor who had been supposed to give me an estimate isn't responding to my email. :-( Getting the window+paint situation resolved before cold weather arrives would be good.
Apparently my cat doesn't taste good. My usual defense against biting insects is to stand near people who taste better. Go to a festival? I'm fine. Go to a place with fewer bugs alone? I get bitten. Some flying bugs got in before I got a screen up to cover where the pane of glass now occupying a small, glittering pile on the sidewalk had previously been. And Perrine is not drawing them away from me. Coulda' sworn I had a can of bug spray somewhere ...
(Yeah, I need to sweep up the broken glass. When my back stops hurting from sweeping it into one pile out of usual kid-traffic instead of being strewn in front of three houses, I'll work on getting it picked up and disposed of properly.)
Question ... a calf cramp that still won't unclench 37 [expletive]ing hours later: bad sign, or just really, really annoying? If bad, how bad?
Neeeeed mooooore diiiiiisk spaaaaaace.
Noisy next-door neighbours mostly quiet lately,
except for the one night when I heard a woman
screaming about another having left for the bar
without her, and how since these weren't her
kids she wasn't going to take responsibility for
them, and would just lock them in the house and
go off to wherever ... and if I heard right (and
no, I'm not sure that I did), I got the impression
that the "not my kids" in question were the
speaker's shouter's grandchildren.
(I don't think she actually left like she was
threatening. I'm not sure.) Anyhow, I'm grateful
for the relative quiet.
Tonight different neighbours got loud: someone behind my house (comparing voice effects to loudness-at-my-back-door, I'm thinking maybe the far side of the sort-of-street-sort-of-alley in between Lombard and Pratt), shouting so hard that her voice was distorted, with the overtones starting to swamp the fundamental, in a classic Balteemoar "hon" accent, about ... uh, someone who had wronged her by going off in a car with all her stuff with someone else who had wronged her and she was going to kill them and no she really meant it and (in response to a male voice too low for me to make out) she wasn't scared of so-and-so's gun because whether you put a nine to her head or not she's going to go when it's her time to go and she knows so-and-so better than their own mother and ... and (still shouting at really the very top of her voice) "no, I'm not angry". Fortunately she was only audible from my kitchen and bathroom, so not an ongoing annoyance once I headed back to the bedroom. But still ... wow. She went on for quite a while, too. I wonder whether she trains for that, or will wake up tomorrow more hoarse than people who helped their friends try out the new Beatles Rock Band game (I saw three different reviews just after it came out, all of which involved people hurting themselves by getting carried away with the singing and not having warmed up).
Mom gave me food. I should cook and eat some of it, then see whether my body is willing to sleep. Then if I get where I want to go in the afternoon I should try to remember what all I'd wanted to say all week tomorrow night. (Oh yeah, I meant to write something for invisible disability week ...)
Oh drat. I spoke too soon about the next-door neighbours. There's an argument on the sidewalk under my bedroom window.