Darned inertnests – every time I turn around the access is dead again so I’m chipping away at blogging…. Anyway, I am currently locked out of the garage so I cannot get my gear for the sermon together – but the sermon itself is locked down. One up, one down. Mum’s here and had the benefit of one of Tom and Peggy’s salmon dinners (hey pop she ate two desserts, but she has a care package which may be of later interest).
Internet access is still a pain. Here’s Brayden and his mom… the light of Cousin Gerald’s eye….
The Death Star Story? Maybe it was an INSIDE JOB. (link removed for safety)
I have gotten approval for my rental application and will be moving May 1st. Since I hate commuting, it is up the hill from my work. Keith, I think, was a little annoyed with me for my choice of location since he was hoping to stay in the neighbourhood, but since he did not respond positively to any discussions about moving in with me I was obliged to not include him in my plans.
It turns out that Katie’s in laws DO have bedbugs. Paul and I bought poly wrapping and tape so they can keep their bedding clean after they wash it and Katie delivered it. Apparently 15 of the little buggers came out of a pillow when it was put on the balcony to ‘chill’. They don’t do so good in the cold.
I had bedbugs when I was a kid, and I remember the smell of the insecticide. Brr. When I saw the bitemarks on Katie – she always was the tenderest morsel of us lot – I just shook my head and made my pronouncement. Then we went to the internet and found out that the line of bites they make is macabrely termed “Breakfast, Lunch and Dinner”. Pic is from a Creative Commons licensed site and taken by the site owner. Site here.
As far as we can tell, none of them made it here, and if they did, oh well. It’s a lot easier to spray in here now with all the crap in the garage, and there’s not a sausage in Katie’s room anymore, she’s long since hauled it all out to the garage. I would have been bitten by now anyway, as it’s only about a ten foot crawl from her room to mine.
Sarah Michelle Gellar may play Harley Quinn in the new Batman. I could more or less get next to that.
m0m will be turning up shortly. Well, longly – she’s doing the harbour to harbour flight, which is awesome when the weather’s good and a bit urpy when not. Keith’s out the door for Comicon (Paul will be leaving for Seattle with him straight from work).
Heather detailed the bathroom yesterday, so things are pretty shiny clean in there. My various excesses with respect to lack of sleep (and sleep interruptions, details of which I will politely not enumerate ;P) caught up with me and I slept about 12 hours yesterday. Now it’s 6:23 and I’m ready for further punishment.
Today Heather comes over to help me clean and Unca Dave leaves. I’m glad I did the work in the yard yesterday, it’s not looking like such a nice day.
Keith, may he be praised and adored, has made coffee!!!
Inertnests not running until now. I didn’t even know if my previous post got uploaded until now. Trim almost finished. Order of service in the can for Sunday. Have obtained a line on an apartment for May 1 but have not passed the credit and reference check as yet. I did a lot of weeding and hacking this morning and the beds and yard are more presentable (also removed quite a bit of the normal garbage that blows into your yard when you’re on the end of an alleyway).
Tomorrow, detailing the house. Ack.
We’re running bareback —- no router…. or is that commando? I can ne’er tell. Anyway, the only way we can get the internet to work is without the router. As Lady Miss Banjola remarked, welcome to malware land, population, you.
I have tons of news, most of it not fit for public consumption, alas, but I guess I can say that there will actually be bonuses at work this year. I think mine will come to just enough for one really fun bender, but hey, it’s all in the game. I associate work with alcohol, or at least the requirement for same.
Katie and I are off to Ikea to purchase the bed hardware that got lost when the bed was taken down. Pic is of my brother’s house. He’s coming to visit soon so I am thinking of him and I miss him more because I know he’s coming. Does that make sense?
Life has a way of posing problems and then not pausing while it poses some more. That, in brief, is my life at the moment.
Pic is of a local ‘tree’ – actually a phone pole covered in dead vines – called “Cousin Itt”.
Treating your house like an ATM … and the lenders play along … Is it too good to last?