I'M FREAKING BLIND I TELL YA

I have no depth perception.  And I have a stomach I can't see past.  This is NOT a good combination. I feel a little like blind Molly.  Its hard on her to take her to new places.  She really can't see much and in new places there are all kinds of pitfalls and ambushes she gets smacked by.

Well I feel a little like that.  At the last place I got to know all the uneven steps, sticking out corners etc...I rarely fell or bashed something.

So needless to say, I am once again tripping, bashing and, today, falling.  The step into the house at the front door, over the threshold is abnormally high then low on the other side.  Well today I had an armload of stuff coming in from the jeep and misjudged.  And yes, I took a good header, right into the shit in front of the coat closet, flattening a laundry basket (not my lovely one Arnie gave me, a cheap one) and two boxes (that needed flattening anyway) and ended up draped over a foot stool.  (shovel list).

It isn't the actual fall or pain that gets to me.  Its the shock.  So as I lay there on top of all that crap, cursing and swearing, I just hope and pray I haven't busted something.  That would be really really inconvenient and annoying.  I absolutely do not ever want to be dependant on some one, anyone.  That is beyond a nightmare to me.  (huge quadruple shovel list)

Anyway I lay there for a while, at least until I figured out I actually was just fine thank you very much.  It just shocked the dickens out of me.

I was coming back from a ticked off run to David's Tea.  Expensive pretentious overpriced place targeting millennials.   Tea seems to have become designer name brand stuff, just like 'pumped up kicks' and ripped up jeans.

But they do make great tea...even if it is more expensive than gold.  Someone gave me some peachy peach iced tea the other day and told me its David's and all you do is put it in a pitcher and leave it overnight.  It doesn't even have to be boiling water.

So yesterday I zipped over there and bought expensive teas (three of them dammit) and a forty dollar giant pitcher.  The pitcher acts like an oversized french press...and I mean oversized...its huge.  I thought, 'well thats nice, I will get a great big amount of tea at once'  Wrong.  In the end it only made about two large glasses of tea and was so tall I had to take a shelf out of the fridge.  I yarded, with huge difficulty the centre plunger thingy out of the container and made the tea.  This morning I plunged it and drank the two glasses of really good over priced expensive tea.  

Then I tried to make another batch.  And no matter what I did, how I twisted, yanked and pulled til I got charlie horses, I could NOT get that plunger out of the freaking thing.  Before I could throw it out the back deck into oblivion, I threw it back into the stupid bag it came in where the receipt was still there, stomped out to the jeep and drove straight back to that store.

I went in a told the burly muscly dude exactly why I was bringing it back.  "No problem," he says.  He hauls it out and says "there's a little trick to it, I shall show you how easy it is and then you can do it!"...big cheesy smile.  Okay, I'm thinking, you have huge muscles, of course its easy for you.  So he grabs the handely top and yanks.  And twists.  And pulls.  And turns his back to me and bends over and yards on it til veins popped out of his red forehead.  Finally he said, "Have you got your credit card with you?  I shall refund that card for you."  Then I bought another little ridiculous expensive bag of tea.  Jeeeeeeez!  Then came home and fell into the entrance.

Anyway.  I have now finally got the living room done, other than hanging the pictures.  I also have the dining room completed...other than the pictures.  And before I go to bed I have to pack all that stuff downstairs.  I am going to do that very very carefully!  No more falls.  haha!  TTYL