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Thrilling update
Oct. 5th, 2023 08:35 amRed sparkleball made an appearance! I never know where they disappear to when they are missing, but last night, after playing a bit with Red, Calcifer was pretty intent on digging under the couch. Sure enough, there was a sparkleball under there. She fought me on every long object I tried to get it out with, and when I finally got it, it was Green. Red is missing again but I have no idea where! Purple also showed up briefly, but as of this morning only Green was visible.
I had no idea how well-loved these sparkleballs would be. The store chain apparently sells them as singles, I might have to get a couple more colours.
Kittens got evicted from the kitchen when I was trying to wash dishes because they kept jumping up to help and/or supervise. I let them back in when I was done. I think they were mostly hungry, because I opened a can of food and Sophie was right there to start licking the juice even before I finished rinsing the lid.
Speaking of dishes, the new stopper I bought doesn't seal either. Back to the bucket for washing dishes. I did a bunch of pots this time, it wasn't like the rack or the bucket could hold very much of either. Dishes are my most loathed chore, so it's been a month and I'm still working through the pile I generated, but it's close. Soon I will be able to have the drying rack on the same counter.
Last of the wheat pasta has been consumed. Aside from two tortillas, a coffee cake and a bag of flour, my house is now gluten free. Now to toss the flour and actually replace the gluten-y products. Wish me luck.
Friend whose mother owned the house I was renting asked if I was free on Saturday to come help her and her husband finish stuff up. Reportedly she is having a mental breakdown because she has no income to cover the costs and they want to push to get the last bits done. Since it is my friend who asked, and she has to deal with her mother, I agreed to help. It's very much a mom-problem (they said on Sunday that her realtor wants it all 100% finished before putting it up, and when they offered to switch realtors, she demurred, saying she didn't want to start the process over again. What process? The realtor came ONCE, freaked the fuck out over our very normal living*, and here we are) but I love my friends so much, and they have asked so I will go.
( * TMI )
I had no idea how well-loved these sparkleballs would be. The store chain apparently sells them as singles, I might have to get a couple more colours.
Kittens got evicted from the kitchen when I was trying to wash dishes because they kept jumping up to help and/or supervise. I let them back in when I was done. I think they were mostly hungry, because I opened a can of food and Sophie was right there to start licking the juice even before I finished rinsing the lid.
Speaking of dishes, the new stopper I bought doesn't seal either. Back to the bucket for washing dishes. I did a bunch of pots this time, it wasn't like the rack or the bucket could hold very much of either. Dishes are my most loathed chore, so it's been a month and I'm still working through the pile I generated, but it's close. Soon I will be able to have the drying rack on the same counter.
Last of the wheat pasta has been consumed. Aside from two tortillas, a coffee cake and a bag of flour, my house is now gluten free. Now to toss the flour and actually replace the gluten-y products. Wish me luck.
Friend whose mother owned the house I was renting asked if I was free on Saturday to come help her and her husband finish stuff up. Reportedly she is having a mental breakdown because she has no income to cover the costs and they want to push to get the last bits done. Since it is my friend who asked, and she has to deal with her mother, I agreed to help. It's very much a mom-problem (they said on Sunday that her realtor wants it all 100% finished before putting it up, and when they offered to switch realtors, she demurred, saying she didn't want to start the process over again. What process? The realtor came ONCE, freaked the fuck out over our very normal living*, and here we are) but I love my friends so much, and they have asked so I will go.
( * TMI )
