16 December 2010

Kurious Kitty's

It's a week before Christmas and all through the apartment boxes are scattered... Pictures off walls...cabinets, drawers, and closets emptied in preparation...

Kurious kitty's investigate each new box as it's put together ...
Where are we going? They look at me with questions in their eyes... Today, tomorrow the next day...when? Soooooon, I tell them, soon. I tell them they won't get left behind, they will like the new place. It's bigger, new places to explore, more places to hidey-hold up and snooze the day away. And yes, zoom, zoom during their 'after we go to sleep' play... Their playground is getting bigger and so is ours.

They go about their usual daily business with an ever watchful eye... they hover in anticipation, wait and watch... assured they will be going too. Nilly has brought me the bathtub stopper...dropped it in the box I've set on the floor to load pots and pans into. Puzzle's contribution and gift today is a hairball.. EW yuck! Paper towels here I come. I accept graciously, I know she wants me to have it. Nerves, I'm assuming her tummy is twisted in knots.. we'll have to take care of that. Gibby has plunked down and rolled over on his back for a nap.. when I get done with this box, I know I won't get close enough before he jumps out of the way with a scowl in his eyes as if to say, 'you've disturbed my nap....' Ooooooo what's this? A new box? He has a good sniff and wanders off.

Assistance from Curmudge? Just a teeny-weeny bit? Well, maybe, I can hope can't I? Gotta love procrastination. He's been sleeping in the last couple of mornings, hard to get him moving. Hard to get anything done this way.

He says 'there isn't that much to pack up .... you're getting way ahead of yourself.' I say 'better to get it done, just in case of we get some work unexpectedly...' He perks up and says...'that would be nice, my phone isn't ringing, is yours?' Nope mine isn't ringing either...We both know it's wishful thinking....It would be a pleasant diversion and wonderful surprise, too.

Dear Santa,
I'd like to wish you a merry Christmas and Happy New Year.
Here's my 'wish' list kind sir.
Do you think you could bring me a job?
I'm not little like the children, or your elves, but this is my one and only wish for 2011. Thank you, Santa for all the wonderful gifts you've brought me over the years.
Sincerely,
Me.

15 December 2010

Routine(s)

Another day is beginning. There's a nip of chill in the air this morning. I can feel it ... my nose is cold and so are my toes, even though I'm toasty under the covers. Chilly is nothing unusual this time of year in the desert. It's mid December after all. It's dark thirty outside, an hour before daylight. It's supposed to be a balmy 73 today, though forcasters are prediciting rain for tonight and tomorrow ...a cool down comes along with that.

I have the kitchen window is open to circulate the stagnant air. It's not quiet outside. The hum of early pre-rush hour traffic on the freeway, the sounds of the city coming awake. Zoom, Zoom. Dogs up and down the street are barking, I wonder what's set them off this morning. How I miss the peace and quiet of the neighborhood I used to live in. Soooon. We've found a place in that old neighborhood ... more on that in another post.

Stumbling to the kitchen for that first jolt of caffeine. I left some in the pot from late yesterday. I don't have to start a fresh pot just yet. It's defninitely on the agenda, though. I try to be quiet.

Curmudge is still sleeping, I've closed his door in an effort not to disturb him. He'll be up shortly though. Like me, he's an early riser, just not a fast mover, wakes up slowly.

Gibby is under my feet. Nilly is on her perch (my saddle) watching closely and Puzzle waits patiently on my bed. This is not a patient time of day for them. They want to eat! I'm not so quiet moving around the kitchen as I wash out their dishes and get their food ready.

I set food down for Gibby and Nilly and fetch Puzzle from the bed. She doesn't usually walk from the bed to the kitchen. When she does try it, it's a mad dash, stuff gets knocked over, she misses what she's trying to take flight to, and Gibby chases, then she scoots into hiding and waits. It takes a while to coax her out when that happens. I don't understand her reluctance to walk by him, but then maybe she just doesn't like him. It's a cat thing I suppose.

The two neighbor kids are getting ready for school. Like clockwork, their mother showers by 700 AM, most mornings the running water is my wake up. They walk the three short blocks to their school eveyday and have to be there by 810 AM. They're not quiet, but what can I expect? Just wish some days they would use 'inside voices' outside Curmudge's window. Children quiet? Not happening, they're children!

I'm surprised the washer isn't running, too. Our laundry room is communal. It generally runs 24/7. It's on the outer side of our kitchen wall. I/we hear everything when it does run. I should gather up my wash and get it done while it's not occupied.

Computer booted up. Duh! I wouldn't be doing this if it wasn't. Ergh! Blonde moment. Yep I have them, at least one a day and I'm allowed. I've made the quick stops to all the sites I visit, scanned the pages and moved on. I've done a quick search of 'new job postings', too. Nothing of interest this early, rest assured I'll be checking these sites throughout the day.

Routine ... nothing spontaneous about it, even if I'm working and have to get up at an ungodly hour. Have a great day!

12 December 2010

Last night ....

Dang! Dang! Dang! IT'S A BUG ....
Sitting at my computer occupying myself playing a game on line ... No, no this is what I do when there's nothing I want to watch on TV. Nope, I don't have 'on demand', I'm behind the times.

Engrossed in the playing when out of the corner of my eye, I spy ... bold as could be .... a large bug blatantly moving across my desk. I know what it is! What gall this prehistoric insect has to sashay into my space!

Needless to say, I had to swat, smush, kill it! Smash! Thwack! I got it! They don't smush easily. Looked around, no evidence of a dead body. Dang it! Nope, guess I didn't get it after all. I hate when that happens. Spooked the cats, they scattered, guess they thought I was after them. Curmudge asked 'what was that?' COCKROACH!

Now I gotta go through everything (and I mean everything) in search of ... In the six months or so I've been here, there have been a few sightings of creepy crawlies, I know they're here, I wish they would stay out of my sight. I have spray and roach dust powder to combat against them ...but the stuff is toxic to me, Curmudge and the cats. Time to get the stuff out again...I did it when I first got here, just in case of.

This is not good!!! If they're running around my desk, it means they've gotten into my file cabinets ... into the oodles of files and paper to nest. Must have disturbed them moving stuff around the other day to wash the kitchen floor. Not happy!

Once they're here, they're nearly impossible to get rid of. They multiply fast, they nest in the walls or anywhere they can find where there's a source of food and water. I seem to remember reading somewhere they multiply enmass in 10-14 days. Dang scavengers! Where there's one, there's likely hundreds more ... disgust.

We're getting ready to move ... they're not going with us! I hate cockroaches! No, I don't hate them! I dislike them! They can't occupy my home either! On the up side of war with the unwanted .... the perfect opportunity arises to go through everything (and I mean everything) stuff no longer needed or wanted can and will go away. A project long overdue as the packing gets done.

They've invaded, the war to eradicate has begun ... at this point anything I do is preventive, and I can hope they don't hitch a ride-along when we do move. Not going to try and figure out where'they're coming from, it's too late for that.

Maybe this is a good thing,maybe not. Now, getting Curmudge to cooperate and be aware of the situation? Well, I don't know about that. Pack his stuff for him? Not happening ... Getting him to part with stuff not needed? Going to be a chore. Likely it'll get plunked into an unmarked box and shoved out the door the day before we start loading stuff up.

I'm a pack rat! I shouldn't talk! He's not so bad in that respect but there is stuff he needs to get rid of (and most of my stuff is in storage). It's just that.... Well, I want it all packed up before we even begin the process of loading for relocation. Makes the whole process go smoother and faster. 'Nuf said, I'll deal...

Assuming they are here (in numbers), they are going to get into whatever I pack. There's little space to stack and store as stuff is packed. Oh crap! What if they migrate into the boxes, find new homes in them? I hate to think ...

What a pain this is going to be. No time to consider ... too late to worry over it, just have to do what needs to be done and hope for the best. Two weeks and counting..... Bummer. I dunno. I'll have to bomb storage too just in case of that's where they came from.

Well, better get after it. We're not overrun yet. Prevention is the key now.

08 December 2010

Target date

January 1, 2011. What is significant about this date, you ask? Hopefully, Curmudge and I will be moving into a bigger place. Yay!

In October, I posted 'We need a bigger apartment'. The goal is to find a larger space to suit us, bring us closer to our jobs, and closer to my horse. In these down economic times, this is a workable financial solution for us. We're both too old to be buying into something that will probably outlive us.

I do not like inner city living, never have liked it. I'm a peripheral dweller, like wide open spaces and access to trails for riding my horse. Curmudge has lived in his apartment for ten years (inner city). The freeway is right outside the front door, icky yuck!

A month ago, we looked at a 2 bedroom 2 bath in an apartment complex. It was decent, bedrooms big enough and would have worked with our budget, too. There were things about the complex and management company Curmudge did not like.... said he felt like it was a hustle, nickel and diming. For this reason, the complex was shoved to the bottom of the 'possibility' list. Neither of us is or ever has been an apartment community dweller.

We procrastinated through Thanksgiving... though, I kept my eyes peeled for likely places. Basic needs are a must. The general area/neighborhood has to fit, access to grocery shopping, convenience store, post office, banking, our jobs, etc.

I make lists for everything. Good habit, bad, I don't know, it's what I do. I have scraps of paper littered around my desk, posted on a bulletin board and on the wall. I know where to find everything on these scraps of paper. I'm not messy, it's organized chaos.

On Sunday past for lack of something better to occupy our time, we took a drive into the neighborhoods around where I used to live. As we drove through these different neighborhoods, I could see Curmudge was not impressed. When we got home, he was clearly disappointed and so was I. Moving to a bigger place is something we both know we need to do soon.

I did drive by one mobile home community, twice. I didn't do it intentionally. A little history is in order. In 1998, I bought a double-wide home in this very park. I lived there 4 years. It wasn't my intention to influence Curmudge's thinking at all. I hesitated mentioning I had lived there.

In our conversation the next morning, he suggested we have a closer look at the trailer community 'at the bottom of the mountain'. I was surprised. Who'd a thunk? I wasn't convinced the community would meet what he thought he was looking for, so we went to have a look see and ask questions.

Whisper ... I don't usually admit to being wrong, but in this case I will. I was wrong.

The property manager was friendly and informative. She answered our questions and offered to take us around to look at a couple of units she had available. The monthly rental cost meets our budget, easy 'move in' terms too. After our tour, we came home with the necessary credit application. Ooops, I forgot to ask what amount of income is necessary to qualify, so we're kind of sketchy on this.

Different things to consider with each unit we looked at, specifically kitchen and living space, bedroom sizes, roof condition, awnings, water damage of any kind, the surrounding neighbors, etc.. I've been a mobile home dweller for 9 of the last 12 years. I've a pretty good idea what to look for and Curmudge's eyes were helpful in some things I did miss.

Our tour included three units. One we couldn't go into, it had just been set and wasn't completely ready. Liked the layout of the older 3/2, but it had water damage. The newer 2/1 was too small. Curmudge's bedroom suite would not have fit, and the second bedroom was little more than cubicle sized.

Any kind of water damage screams at me. Red flags! Mold and mildew in/on the walls or under carpet or flooring! I firmly believe excessive mold and mildew (in another place I lived) were big contributors to the health issues I've had this year. I'm highly sensitive and allergic.

We agree pre-qualifying is a good thing to do. As Curmudge put it, the property management will have to work to fit our needs once we're qualified. Curmudge is optimistic we will get pre-approved on his credit and income. I hope he's right. He's also of the opinion ... we don't jump at the first thing we see, we leave our options open, and take time to decide.

I'm getting hyped. Target date ... January 1, 2011. We have time.

02 December 2010

Work in progress

I want to be an accomplished blogger. Curmudge says practice makes perfect, but I think practice makes better. You could say I've been 'practicing' on this blog for more than a year, and yes, I think it's getting better.

In the beginning, blogging was a way to vent feelings, but then things happened I wanted to pass along to others. When you read my older posts, you will see I've been unemployed since 2009. I'll leave it at that.

There's not much traffic to this site. I do know why, too. I haven't been visiting other blogger sites and leaving comments. My bad. Can't drive traffic if you don't do that. I kind of felt like I was invading the privacy of people I literally don't know.

Maybe what I had to say wouldn't be important or interesting? I guess I'm insecure in that respect. Then if they did come... What would they think of what I've written, put out for the entire world to read? I was scared, I am scared! It's the unknown. Traffic to this blog will never change if I don't do something about it. Changes are about to take place. It's a resolution I've finally made up my mind about.

I'm building a list of blogs I visit frequently, whether or not I comment, I've been there. I'd post the list but I think I need to ask first before I post links. I also need to figure out how to add the links .... I'm still experimenting.

I suppose I'm making progress. I'm reserved about what's next to post. I wonder if it will be interesting enough to garner attention, let alone interesting enough to leave a comment. Uncertainty. Many times, I've visited other sites and not left a comment for a days post.

Occasionally, I can make off the cuff comments, but mostly I have to think about what to say... Sis says I shouldn't think, I should just write and let it go. I wonder if I have spontaneity?

Being a Virgo, I like everything in it's compartmentalized place. No one is perfect. I know I'm not perfect, and they say patience is a virtue.....

Disclaimer and Disclosure

I want to post a disclaimer and disclosure policy to this blog page, but I guess I don't know how to cut and paste. I've never had a need to use these options (if thats what they're called). I'm running Windows 7 in this new computer I bought in July. At the same time, I bought a book "Windows 7 for Dummies" as a companion reference guide.

I'm baffled and befuddled. I can't make heads or tails out of the section on cut, copy and paste. This should be a really simple and easy process, and this book is designed as an easy to read guide for semi-intelligent people. Okay, I did manage to follow the instructions to cut what I needed to cut to move it to my blog page, but when I went to paste it, I couldn't find it. The book says its stashed on clipboard. Okay, where do I find the clipboard? (or is it notepad?) I'm so confused. Where to look? I don't have a clue.

Whoa! Wait a minute here! I don't have a problem cutting or pasting in Word or Works documents...that's really easy...I do it all the time when I'm prewriting these posts. Maybe because it's because I don't have that nice little tool bar (when I'm on line) with all the cute little icons...most of which I have no idea what they are or what they're for. I don't know why I'm finding it so difficult to do this on line. It's the same process isn't it? I dunno. I think I'm out of my league here.

Okay, so Windows 7 is different than XP and Vista, but not so different that this process should be beyond my intelligence. In fact, with all the new stuff in Windows 7, it should be easier and less confusing, right?

I don't have anyone close who is more computer litterate than I am, so I depend heavily on my sister for techniques and different ways to do things...I can only ask questions while we're chatting on Google chat or if I happen to catch her available for a phone call on a Saturday when she's not working.

With this said, I need some help figuring out how to cut and paste this disclosure policy and disclaimer. Maybe someone would be so kind to 'talk' me through the process. You know I only have to do this one time then I'll remember how to do it in the future. I'm still tweaking the page, so it's a work in progress. Be prepared...more changes to come in the next few weeks.

01 December 2010

Headache! Blinding headaches!

I woke up with this THING this morning. Neck aches, too.

Wonder what I can attribute this one to. Been having a lot of them recently. I'm getting plenty of sleep, so I don't suppose that needs to be the remedy, otherwise I wouldn't have awakened with it this morning. Eye strain? Maybe my eyes need checked again. It's been a little over a year. Maybe coming down with some seasonal bug or something? Don't feel crappy except for the headache. I didn't have a flu shot this year.

Doctor decided since I was allergic to eggs, flu shot was not a good idea even with a minimally compromised immune system after having major surgery to remove spleen earlier in the year.

There's a lot going on (and not going on) in my life, so lots of stresses. I know, (big sigh) I stress over things I can't control and things I have no control over. Sometimes, the mind works overtime and can't compartmentalize properly.

Apartment is fogged with second hand smoke. Yep, we smoke too much, that's a given. Want to open the door to air the place out. I've got the kitchen window open and the ceiling fan on to funnel the smoky air out. My computer is in a corner of the kitchen, so I spend a lot of time in here. It's a big kitchen for a small apartment.

Curmudge doesn't want the door open. He's been complaining he's cold. It's a balmy 70 degrees outside today. The thermostat inside reads 68..good enough. This is Arizona! It never ever gets cold here! I wonder what he would do if we lived in a place where it truly does get cold?

He's wrapped in a blanket watching TV being a couch potato. The lesser of alternative evils, he'd rather do that than get up and move around. I don't let him mess with the thermostat, he'd have it 80 in here if I did that. It's plenty warm enough in here the way it is. Sorry, but he'll just have to adjust. Healthier for both of us in the long run. Grandmother's old adage...put more clothes on, get up and move around.

Snapped at Curmudge earlier for not being able to see what was right in front of him in the refrigerator. Apologized after the fact. I have to keep reminding myself he's old. For whatever reason after cataract surgery on both eyes, lasik procedures on both eyes, and new glasses he still doesn't see well. I don't know what to think, it frustrates me. This is not about Curmudge though, it's about these damned headaches.

Could go for a walk, maybe? Not safe to walk in this neighborhood any time of the day. Maybe just sit outside? See what can be seen...not much to see... A big block wall cuts down noise on the freeway or watch the cars getting on the freeway. Both options are right outside the door.

Oh how much I miss living near the base of South Mountain and the Park. Outside that door or window were farms, cotton fields, our horses in the pasture at the neighbors place, and the mountains....

Yay! Took two Aleve a couple of hours ago. Finally beginning to feel some relief! Yay! It's going to be a better day....functional.