The sky this morning looked like this:
Without the umbrella on the back porch I haven’t been enjoying morning coffee outside. Which, even with the umbrella casting shade, is only really doable prior to about 7:30 am. After that it gets too hot and sticky…
But the wind broke the umbrella beyond repair.
So we ordered a new one only we miscalculated its measurements. It’s too small.
Anyway none if this matters today because I am currently outside having coffee under a pleasant sky with normal summer temperatures.
This is a good way to start the day after a crappy evening and horrible night. I could not fall asleep, and when I finally did, I kept waking up. My brain is in overdrive due to a not so happy non-conversation with teenagers and…I had to pee at least three times.
What is it with bladders at night after….oh, lets start with childbirth?
Lordy. This constant loo-visiting is getting on my last nerve. π
My writing ability was in overdrive for a couple of days but I hit a plateau again. Which is just as well; I may unplug from the creative side of things and tackle garden things and cooking things and tidying things instead. I made the mistake of visiting my daughter’s room last night and am now reacquainted with the reason why I should never do this again. π¬
I did however find my favorite coffee cup in there. With a peppermint tea bag in it. πΆ
Note to self: if you can’t handle teenage squalor, do not enter teenage bedrooms.
I believe tomorrow (Wednesday) I am heading back to mom’s. I think the girl child may accompany me again. The dynamic is very different there…and it makes me wonder what the future holds. Especially in light of this endless pandemic.
My feeling is that the schoolboard will completely screw things up for the return of school in September. I envision at least one more complete shutdown prior to Christmas (not trying to be pessimistic, just years of experience with this schoolboard has me on high alert for screwups).
I have a feeling that all the linked parts across the education system are not working together for the greater good. What this means is I have to prepare myself for that inevitability and for continued constant *happy* family time in this house.
May become a lush in the process. You have been warned. π
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As I type this on my phone, flies are pestering me, landing on exposed body parts as if it’s their god-given right to so blatantly invade my space.
Annoying.
I’m on my final coffee. The sun is out full blast – time to head into the shower and get this day started.
Good morning Tuesday!
Love this line: ‘Lordy. This constant loo-visiting is getting on my last nerve.’ π
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SIGH. π
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All teenage bedrooms should be considered biohazards and avoided accordingly. Revisit the room when she goes to college…
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She wants to move to have a bigger room. Her room is the size of a closet…
I shudder at more mess in bigger rooms!
But yes. π¬π
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Perhaps the garage… or tool shed?
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Note to self: send Rivergirl photos of garage and tool shed with cautionary note to prepare for cardiac arrest.
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I live with a hoarder, no note necessary.
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“Personal note: if you can’t handle teen misery, don’t go into teens’ rooms.” That made me laugh. I don’t remember my room in adolescence, it didn’t matter. Remember your teenage room? You can answer or not, you choose.
Greeting
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My room was much bigger than theirs and had too much stuff in it, but was nowhere near as messy as my two kids’ rooms are. π
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Hang in there!
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π and here’s me thinking ‘a lush’ is a lady’s vibrating toy!
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Well maybe in the UK. What *is* going on over there with your vocabulary? Lol
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π you make me laugh.
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What about those who were lushes long before the fiasco? What do we call them?
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Lushes. ππ
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Fun fact: that’s called a mackerel sky. I only know that because, yes, I am a weather nerd. Don’t judge.
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I would never judge a weather guy. Even if he is a predictor of weather and often wrong. π
Your sky pictures could fill a book. Hint, hint…
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Hmm….
Bet you didn’t know I have an Instagram account dedicated to sky and storm photos!
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Sounds like the stresses of everyday life to me…by the way, what part of the world do you live? I’m fairly new to your blog so I have no idea. Also, there’s nothing wrong with a drink now and again! So to that, I say cheers! Mona
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Toronto, Canada. Welcome, thank you for reading and commenting on my endless drivel. π
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One wonders about flies and mosquitos, and how they appear to have missed the Darwin boat. If flies just stayed away from us, we wouldn’t be so hellbent to kill them. They could live their happy little fly-lives and never even know about flyswatters and poisons. And if mosquitos were silent–they could probably drain us of blood and we’d just nod. But, annoy us and we’re a force to contend with. (Perhaps, in there, is a delicately worded pandemic warning to the teen children.)
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I sometimes wonder the same thing about turkeys. We keep turkeys and they are free range. They wander into the field which has long grass and they completely disappear looking for moths and flies. If you whistle then suddenly a whole load of turkey heads will pop up above the grass.
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At least the turkeys engage in behavior that benefits them (a belly full of moths and flies.) How does annoying us benefit the flies, mosquitos and biting insects? How does their venom do them any good, if it makes them targets?
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Well the mosquitos and biting insects get a drop of your blood which might give them a belly full.
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π
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A day in the life of a man – “Honey, where did you hide my keys?”
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Sheldon on the Big Bang Theory has a nice bowl by the front door… π
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He does, but I did not say where did I PUT the keys, it was more like where did you HIDE the keys. Something Howard would do TO Sheldon.
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I’m sure your lovely wife did not take, nor hide your keys… π
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But there is no way I misplaced them, because I have an iron clad…iron clad…damn, I forgot what I was going to say.
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Yeah….yeah……
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Schools in the US don’t have a handle on the situation either, and the mixed (and stupid) messages from a handful of specific people aren’t helping. My almost 8 yo granddaughter opted for the stay home/online route, which I think is where my state is heading anyway, although they are still hoping to attempt that hybrid design.
As to teenage bedrooms, yes…close the door and walk away fast. Nothing good ever comes from going in there.
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Both my kids think staying home full time is in their best interest. I think a hybrid situation is in their best interest. We shall see.
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Hope you had a nice day ππ
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Thank you! You too. π
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Yes π
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Thinking about you becoming a lush. I don’t know if you read much but you might like to try “Why mommy drinks” by Gill Sims based on her blog.
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Ha ha! Gonna search for it. Thanks for the tip! π
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May your Tuesday be a bit better than, well, of what your wrote, WOW.
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Things are looking up. π
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