Tag: chore day

All peace and love up until I ain’t

Posted on by Shawshank

It was nothing that Podrick did this morning. I promise. My eyes just opened, and then I was awake. I didn’t even really hear Pod moving around this morning. So I called the kitties. Pippin was on the bed quickly after that, but of course, just out of reach for morning skritchies. so we’re up, and the morning kibble has been put out for Podrick, who totally ignores it. Pippin is dining in the bedroom. She prefers her breakfast be taken privately, away from him, and the rest of the staff.

Work wasn’t too bad in the morning. I did all the opening steps, and I even opened a couple minutes early. It was a weird Saturday. It was slow and busy at the same time. So time really kinda shuffled forward, but then sometimes, it jumped a head. At 1:05, I get the text message:

“Are you morning shift?”

Great this is going to go two ways:

  • I’m calling out, because I’m sick
  • I’m going to be late

It was the second one. However, this gentleman walks slow, and at a good pace, it takes about a half hour to walk to the store from town. Thankfully, his co-worker for the evening walked in, so I texted the walker:

“Your co-worker just got here. I’m on my way to get you.”

A couple minutes later, I’m heading back to the house to pick up Crystal, to head to the greenhouse to find something for Mother’s Day, for my, um, mother. We found a red plant. It’s also green. Perhaps a calla Lilly, or it could be a jalapeño plant. I texted my mom to see if she was awake, and at the same time, my mom texted to see if I could pick up, wait for it … lard.

Grabbed the lard and headed over to Shady Acres. Mom let us in, and she was surprised that Crystal was there, and then we handed her the pepper plant (or calla Lilly), and wished her a happy Mother’s Day.

And now the rest of the day is ours. Same as today. Laundry day. Chores. Brunch.

Coffee.

Past the Dairy Queen, the county line where there ain’t any fences

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Waking up to hear cats fighting is something to behold. But nonetheless, we’re up, and the first coffee has been brewed. The kitties have been fed. Pippin is leisurely dining in the bedroom.

It’s Sunday morning, and chore day will be happening soon. Just have to wake up a little more, before I start using heavy machinery. You know, safety shit. Thankfully, I remembered to get laundry pods – don’t worry I got the non-flavoured kind, so we don’t snack on them.

For the most part, the cats were pretty ok last night and this morning. We both think that Podrick just gets bored and lonely. So he seeks out Pippin first. Podrick wants all the attention, but will only do bad things to get said attention. He’ll chase Pippin all over the house. I think in the mornings, he pins her a lot more than she pins him. It’s the opposite in the evenings. Maybe the Tiny Princess gains more strength when the sun sets.

It was a bit of an adventure before we actually went grocery shopping. We headed in to the locally authorized cell phone providers to upgrade my phone, and possibly upgrade and get Crystal on to my plan. After just about three hours, we both walked out with new phones. Crystal got a Google Pixel 10A, and I got an iPhone 17 Pro Max in bright ass orange.

Then we hit up the pharmacy, then the actual grocery shopping. We speed-ran that grocery store, and I believe that we only forgot one thing. Not to freakin bad if you ask me. Then off to the dispensary. I quickly ran in, because we, at this point, are very hungry. I grabbed “what I got last time”, and I think the manager comes out of the back room. The last time we were there, there was a “stoner movie” quiz. Apparently, I got more answers right, and I won a bag of swag.

From there, I ran across the street to grab some vapes, and then we drove down the street to Subway to grab lunch. That’s our cue to head back to TinyTown. Subway always marks the end of our trip.

So we get home, unload the truck, and immediately start to eat. Damn those sandwiches tasted good. I spent the rest of the afternoon, tweaking the UI, and finished the downloads of my apps, while Crystal kicked some ass in Civilization 6.

Honey, you’re the closest to Heaven that I’ll ever be

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Podrick wasn’t really Podrick this morning. He was just loud. Loud wakes me up. Sleep daddy also woke me up. I can’t explain it. Most of the time I like just the quiet music. But today I’ve reset the music to when Timmy’s was talking. But before I actually got up I was way off my playlist. Not off of it. Just too far down the playlist. I backed up 5 or 5 times to get to one I wanted.

By that time I was awake.

So here we are, it’s 6:02 in the morning, on my only day off until next Saturday. Maybe I’ll fall asleep at Shady Acres while waiting for dinner. Who knows. We were supposed to go over a little early so I could help fix the dryer. But my father isn’t feeling well from the chemo, so I’m we’ll just go over for dinner. I did tell my mom, that if he’s not feeling well, we can stay at home. But she needs a break too.

It’s way too early to keep putting coherent thoughts together, so just know deep down, my weather app is threatening snow in 8 days.

Winter is coming.

Shine it up, rev it up, and let it run, yeah

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What can I write about when the last time I wrote here mere hours ago. Nothing too much has changed. I managed to sleep in until 6:10 today. And on a day off too! Podrick, really just stated being Podrick. Nothing more. And he wasn’t really going crazy from what my sleepy brain could process.

We watched night one of WrestleMania yesterday afternoon. I was sports entertained, but the internet on Reddit is complaining. I don’t think I’ve ever seen them happy about something. the matches (according to the angry boys on Reddit) were really short, and there was no backstage shenanigans that usually happen. It was really just short matches, that lead into commercials.

I know, I know! Commercials on a pay-per-view? That’s crazy talk. Commercials aren’t on PPVs. They’re supposed to be more special than the shows on TV. I can understand the Netflix commercials because, well, internationally, the home of the WWE is Netflix. But we were getting all sorts of commercials. Better than the US, and from what I’ve read, the UK – who basically watched the Hulk Hogan documentary 3.5 minutes at a time over the course of the 4 hour show.

The matches like I said, weren’t bad. They were just wicked short. I think only 2 made it over the 14 minute mark. The women’s matches hovered around 6-9 minutes each. That’s not right, because shit man, the women division and Carmelo Hayes have been carrying both RAW and SmackDown! on their backs for a year now.

We’ll see what night 2 is like. Hopefully Oba Femi wins, and I’d like Trick to win tonight. I hope Pank, and Roman decide that they’re both too old, and retire before their match – because the writers and producers in the back would probably all stroke out.

More coffee please.

And if I smell like smoke, I’ma light it up

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So yeah, here we are. I’ve been up since around 4. I couldn’t regulate my temperature. I was so very warm, so I move up a layer, then I was freezing. I couldn’t find a happy position that kept my temp where I wanted it. I made it to about 6:15, and said, fuck it. Time to start the day.

We started the day by getting dressed and running out into the street like we were going to protest something. But we were taking pictures of goddamn nature, people. It’s our towns own little solstice. The rises from the road, and looks pretty awesome.

Last night at work, my co-worker and I watched the Artemis II crew make it back to earth. It was very cool to watch. I didn’t get to watch the launch, so it was so awesome to see them literally fall out of the sky.

Day off today. And it’ll be partially busy. I have chores to do here. Then brunch. And I have to head over to Shady Acres and clean the stove. My parents are going to be heading into the USA for time away from cancer. I hope they have a great day.

I really need more coffee.