Feb. 18th, 2017

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I spent the rest of the evening posting stuff for sale. I've got someone interested in Harlee and Nima's old carriers that I used to fly them to the Midwest. If she really buys them, that's $40 and two big things out of my house.

Walking has tired me out though. I'm going to feed the hordes and crash.
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I put my mandolin up for sale, which bites a little, but I don't use it, and it should go to someone who will use it. Plus, I need the money. Well, now I have around five people who really, really want it. Maybe I should have charged more. So some people are going to be disappointed. I feel like I'm stuck on house arrest waiting for the guy who says that he's going to buy it, but I wasn't planning to go anywhere anyway. At least, not until I have the money. Then I'll run errands.

Mimi is picking on Zara a lot today. Sigh. Zara's pretty plucky though, and doesn't let it stop her from doing what she wants.

I think that I'll throw myself together, and do a Facebook Live for the group that I'm in.


Feb. 18th, 2017 06:59 pm
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Sold the mandolin. Back home with Zara's meds, milk, eggs, and gas for the car. Forgot to get cat food, but they aren't out yet. I'll go on Monday because it's supposed to rain, so I want to drive. (I've turned into such a wimp! In my younger days, I wouldn't let rain stop me from walking.)

Resting a little, and then I'm going to make tortellini.
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Well, it's been a productive day. Made the tortellini--I wanted to use up some spaghetti sauce (I swear that the bottles multiply), and it drowned out the taste of the tortellini, but it was okay. I have leftovers, and I'll make it again with alfredo sauce.

Got into a big fight with my neighbor. When I got home from running errands, I found someone parked in my spot. Fuming, I left a note saying that they were parked in my spot, and would they please move the car. Later, I saw the note gone, but the car still there. I left a more strongly worded note. My neighbor got home, was pissed off my the note, said that I should have known that it was her car, that a friend had borrowed it and returned it, and she didn't know where it was parked because she just got home. The thing is that a week ago, they had a visitor who also parked in my spot. How hard is it to tell your friends where to park? I was almost in tears when I came back in, don't ask me why.

My mom is still doing okay, but her computer saga continues. I hope that it'll be fixed by the next time that we talk.

Applied for an online job. We'll see what happens.

Uh-oh, Harlee is awake and is complaining. Better feed the hordes.


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