This evening I feel all the accumulated exhaustion from the week off, working the weekend, and starting another week of data conversions. It has been hard to push through today. I got an iced tea with my dinner in the bar of The Old Spaghetti Factory. Wine or beer would have put me out. I was having dinner there as it is close to the Men’s Warehouse. I had stopped by the Men’s Warehouse store for them to redo my measurements on the alteration for the three suits; just the coats needed to be done again. Lenny, a 40-something gal, and their tailor, another thirty-something gal, retook the measurements. The suits should be ready next week.
At the pasta place, I sat at the bar and watched Brazil crush Panama’s women’s team, 4-0, in the World Cup while eating my spaghetti and meatballs. I cheered on Pananma to make at least one goal–nope. The strong teams are moving forward; no surprises this time.
I love areas that serve salads and bread. I was feeling too tired to cook. Mariah was busy, so she did not join me. With the meatballs and other food safely inside me, I drove home and started on laundry and dishes.
The ants, which I pay people to exterminate, filled the kitchen sink, and I then had to fight back the hoard with bleach spray; I had not cleaned the sink after making lunch. The dishwasher did not start last night, and I had to run that. Thus I read more WW2 Spy stuff in the next book of the series, Silesian Station, by David Downing. Recommended. I hate ants.
I finally started back on the blog and will cover a few items today.
This is Monday, so I do not work from the office on Mondays and Fridays. I rested until after 7AM and had scones I made a few nights ago with French Press-made liberal coffee. The scones are in an air-tight container.
The day was the usual status meeting. A significant break or missed requirement (depending on who you are) was discovered, and my colleagues enjoyed hours of meetings in that. I could clean up and dress between meetings and just follow along.
I had onions, celery, and other items to let me make a tuna fish salad bagel in the broiler today–an NYC bagel to boot (thanks, Joyce). I finished that and then rushed out (leaving a bonanza of tuna stuff for the ants), believing I would finish the dishes in the early evening. Air Volvo delivered me to Susie’s place at the hummingbird house in Portland (Tigard) at Allegiance Senior Care LLC, 9925 SW 82nd. Ave. Portland (Tigard), OR 97223; phone (503) 246-4116. There was light traffic.
It was cloudy, and some raindrops here and there. With a blanket, I headed outside with Susie. We stopped by another bench as it was not hot today and called Barb, Susie’s sister, and Leta, Susie’s mother, on FaceTime. Leta connected for the third time. While chatting, a yellow jacket wasp came, and then another. I could not get them to leave, so we rolled across the grass to escape, but they followed us for over 100 feet. They finally left us alone, and we headed back. I spoke to the park manager and shared our experience. The nest is a hazard (according to the manager), and the manager will search for it–a child could unknowingly stand on the nest and get seriously stung. We have crossed over the part of summer to when the yellow jackets are aggressive.
We returned to the hummingbird house, and Susie was comfortable in her bed while I worked. I put on the old Disney Alice in Wonderland animated movie, which neither of us remembered–it is not very good. I worked while that was happening and did one status call. I was sleepy now and did nod off once. I rallied after that and did one more design call. Susie was then watching M.A.S.H. and had a whole Ensure as a snack.
At 4:45 or so, I headed out with a kiss after rearranging Susie, so she was safe. Rosari, the night nursing aide, was making dinner, and she will check on Susie for me. From there, I drove in some traffic to the Men’s Warehouse, deciding that I could treat myself to dinner if I would do the refitting.
And that is all for today. Thanks for reading!
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