SCRAMBLING

 So many things converging all at once here.  Who knew that after two years of basically nothing it suddenly gets kind of busy.  Waaaaahhhh!!!!  I don't like busy, I am finding.  I have developed a need to have hours, if not days, to make decisions and to get something done.  Sigh.

Graeme is leaving tomorrow.  His bus goes around 11 in the morning.  So he is busy today packing and sorting.  He will be leaving stuff here, out in the she shed.  He will be missed.

I am being hounded again by both the drug store that delivers my prescriptions and my doctor's office.  Jeez!  This is when I way prefer clinic doctors.  They don't give a hoot about you and basically leave your health and timing of lab trips to accommodate pill refills to us.  Family doctors keep frigging track of you and start nagging when it gets close to renewal time. I made, ages ago, an appointment at the lab for tomorrow.  I have it all under control thank you very much.  I admit I am a very ungrateful person when it comes to doctors.  Grrrrrr....

One thing I did do though was refuse to go into the office for an appointment.  I told Lisa the lady making the appointment that because of covid I would not go in but I would be happy to do a phone consult.  She reluctantly agreed and so I will have a call on Monday with said doctor. I can keep my pj's on and not get dressed!  yay!!!!!

Garbage day tomorrow.  Just once I would like to live in a neighbourhood where the garbage isn't picked up until after ten in the morning.  And in all the times I have moved and lived in various places, the garbage is always picked up at seven in the morning and can't be put out the night before.  If you do you get a 75 dollar fine.  There is one fat bastard by-law old dude that sneaks around at night just looking for garbage cans on the street.  He single handedly keeps Port Alberni swimming in money.  I hate him.

And, fun of all funs, I need to empty the fridge, completely.  My new one is being delivered on Friday.  I started yesterday, getting ready for garbage day tomorrow (at an ungodly hour in the morning) and holy Hannah!!!!  how many jars of condiments does one household need I ask.  Anchovies, mint jelly, chutney, relishes, mustards, worchestshire sauce, salsa, jams, marmalades, maple butter, pickles, olives, sombal olek, butter, mayo, dressings, patak curry pastes, and on and on and on and on......oh and I found a jar of duck fat.  Duck fat.  Why?

And the next problem after that is how do I get the old fridge moved downstairs.  I have a feeling the Brick guys will def not be into that.  We will see.

Ange needs to see the place downstairs.  The boys have done a stellar job of emptying it out except for what has to stay.  But...the carport is plumb full of garbage.  Dressers, boxes, crap etc...I really need to call my handyman guy to haul it all away.  I know Ange is excited to be moving in down there but I have a feeling thats only because the alternative was so awful.  I really hope she likes it.

Well I must sign off and go gitter done.  Stay safe, wear a mask or two and TTYL

'Human society sustains itself by transforming nature into garbage.'  Mason Cooley