Nurse Myra noted on my last post that I’m not posting much. I am trying hard to get my house clean, and I’m exhausted a lot of days. Too tired to read blogs, much less write them.
It takes me three times as long to do anything as it does ordinary people. And I wish it wasn’t that way. I’m taking today off, though. Just a tarot class, and maybe read a murder mystery. Or some geocaching.
Stupid things happen to me. Like doing the laundry last night, one of the machines decided I needed a “superwash” cycle. I didn’t pay for it, I didn’t want it, but I got it anyway. It’s ten minutes longer than regular, so it threw my whole schedule off. And then I ran out of laundry detergent. I remembered I had one of those little boxes like you get at the laundromat somewhere, but where? I thought it might be on the top shelf of the pantry. Where I indeed found it after climbing on a ladder, something my knees protest mightily. I also fount that something sticky had spilled up there, and half the cans were stuck to the shelf. That’s a job for another day, however. Tonight I just want to get the laundry done.
I gathered up the throw rugs and dog bed, too. Since they were out of the way, I vacuumed the bedroom. The linoleum needs to be scrubbed, but that also is a job for another day. And this is kind of how my days have been going. I do one thing, and find forty-seven others that need doing.
I have cut out a couple of times to go geocaching, without much luck. I went after the same cache three times, and can’t find it. I think it may have been muggled. Last time it was found was during a big car and boat show, with lots of people around to see and snatch. Although we try to be stealthy.
I sometimes wonder what the muggles think of us geocachers. For instance, to calibrate the compass on my phone, I have to make figure-eights in the air for a minute. So I’m sitting on a public dock waving my phone around in the air. And then I stare intently at it while chasing the elusive coordinates. When I find them, I start looking for a place to hide a microcache, as I know from the listing this is. But is it magnetic, or a capsule or a film canister or what? I suspect this one is magnetic because there is a lot of metal around to stick it to. But I can’t find it. Frustrating. I may go out tomorrow, but I think I’ll look for a different cache.
Friday has slowed down considerably just in the last two weeks. Where she used to be able to walk about half a mile, now halfway around the block is more than she wants to do. I’ve been leaving her home when I go geocaching because I cover some pretty long distances to some of the caches. I’m somewhere between not wanting to lose her, and actually wishing for a dog that can keep up with me. I noticed the other day she’s got a cataract in one eye. I’m in grave danger of becoming a seeing eye person to a dog.
I also got stopped by the humane officers the other day, and found out Friday’s license is expired. OOPS! I probably would have gotten a ticket if she wasn’t a service dog. But I still have to go out to the animal shelter and renew her license, even though it is free.
The Boyo went camping in Eastern Washington with his nephew this weekend. Here’s hoping they don’t step on any rattlesnakes. Actually, he’s very good in the wilderness. We are going to go camping this summer, too. But we will be in a state or federal park, preferably with an electrical hookup for my CPAP machine. And I wish I had one of these so I could ride on the beach. Or at least sand tires for Ms Scarlette. Maybe someday.