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Saturday was absolutely lovely, up until about 4:30 when I discovered that the washing machine had decided not to drain. And of course I was washing towels among other things, so I had to try to wring them out. Which worked about as well as wringing out a completely drenched towel ever does. I plopped all the laundry in the laundry basket and took it downstairs to run through a spin cycle in the other washing machine, but the other washing machine was being used to soak something, so that got filed under Quality Idea and I hauled the wet laundry back upstairs and stood the laundry basket on end in the bathtub all evening to let gravity do its thing on the wet laundry, and bailed out the washing machine into the kitchen sink. Mostly, anyway. There's still about a third of an inch of water in it, because I don't have a shop vac.
Saturday up to that point was splendid. I went out first thing and bought a T pass for my aunt for the day, and made apricot crumble before she got here, and then we went out to Whole Foods and bought some lunch and went down to the Public Garden and ate it, and went swan boating, and ambled around the Public Garden and the Common a bit, and came home and ate some apricot crumble and hung around for a while. The Hairy Beasts finally figured out that my aunt was not the vet, and came out to be admired. I wonder what they'll think about the washing machine repairman tomorrow night?
The laundry is still in the laundry basket in the kitchen, because it's still got too much soap in it. I should have taken it to the laundromat yesterday, but I wasted yesterday entirely. I just couldn't get motivated to go anywhere, although I did at least get dressed properly. I didn't even have the usual "being held down by cat in lap" excuse for not going anywhere; I simply had no desire to, and didn't. I hung around re-reading books all day instead.
I did have a perfectly good excuse for not going out the back door, though; two hen turkeys spent most of the day in the back yard, which explained why I kept hearing turkeys around somewhere. It just never occurred to me that they'd be in the back yard, until I looked out the window. There was one there this morning, too, and Snip apparently thinks that turkeys make better food TV than the usual songbirds, because she was watching the turkey very intently. She doesn't want anything to do with a turkey at ground level (whether she knows that or not), but if she wants to watch them from the second floor, that's fine with me.
I hope the USPS tracking site is right about the silly pins I backed through Kickstarter being delivered today. I could use a good dose of silly, and what other word can you use to describe a Tyrannosaurus rex in a Cone of Shame (and obviously unhappy about it)?
Saturday up to that point was splendid. I went out first thing and bought a T pass for my aunt for the day, and made apricot crumble before she got here, and then we went out to Whole Foods and bought some lunch and went down to the Public Garden and ate it, and went swan boating, and ambled around the Public Garden and the Common a bit, and came home and ate some apricot crumble and hung around for a while. The Hairy Beasts finally figured out that my aunt was not the vet, and came out to be admired. I wonder what they'll think about the washing machine repairman tomorrow night?
The laundry is still in the laundry basket in the kitchen, because it's still got too much soap in it. I should have taken it to the laundromat yesterday, but I wasted yesterday entirely. I just couldn't get motivated to go anywhere, although I did at least get dressed properly. I didn't even have the usual "being held down by cat in lap" excuse for not going anywhere; I simply had no desire to, and didn't. I hung around re-reading books all day instead.
I did have a perfectly good excuse for not going out the back door, though; two hen turkeys spent most of the day in the back yard, which explained why I kept hearing turkeys around somewhere. It just never occurred to me that they'd be in the back yard, until I looked out the window. There was one there this morning, too, and Snip apparently thinks that turkeys make better food TV than the usual songbirds, because she was watching the turkey very intently. She doesn't want anything to do with a turkey at ground level (whether she knows that or not), but if she wants to watch them from the second floor, that's fine with me.
I hope the USPS tracking site is right about the silly pins I backed through Kickstarter being delivered today. I could use a good dose of silly, and what other word can you use to describe a Tyrannosaurus rex in a Cone of Shame (and obviously unhappy about it)?