Last pumpkin processing for the freezer. Bob said, “Do you even have any containers left?”
I forgot the entire purpose of yesterday’s post was to say that Bob’s PCR test came back negative. So maybe we don’t have covid?
It’s hard to be confident in anything right now.
Since we’re both still coughing and congested we will continue our quarantine and if anyone asks if we’ve had covid we’ll say, “Maybe, maybe not.”
I feel like this photo could be made hilariously inappropriate with just a teeny bit of drawing. I had to cut off another wedge to fit it into the pan properly. I took a photo of it in the oven but my oven is so gross I can’t bring myself to post a picture.
The other night I was sitting in front of the TV and heard frantic beeping from our microwave. Since no one was using it, I was concerned.
I got up and the display was flashing letters and symbols, the light inside was blinking on and off, and there was a crackly sound.
I’ve consumed A LOT of horror/scifi/fantasy in my time so I knew what this meant:
Creatures from another dimension or maybe aliens were trying to use it cause havoc in our world.
I unplugged it and Bob took it outside and we saved the day.
Bob got that microwave when he moved into his own apartment, about 40 years ago. It should probably go into a museum.
Good Bye microwave!
I looked around in the shop to see if I saw the peanut shells or I could find more signs of mouse. I found this paper towel behind a box. Mouse took some of the pumpkin seeds I was saving! Don’t worry, I have saved seeds all over the place. But this is a sign that mousey is more comfortable out there than he should be.
28862 / 30000 words. 96% done!
This is it for Project of Forever, part 1 of 3. I’m not exactly sure how things are going to end so in the end it’s very skimpy.
Project of Forever, part 2 of 3 will be underway shortly.
So spouse got what I through was a miserable cold but he wanted to get tested and paid for the Cadillac offering which was a buffet of antigen, PCR, and influenza tests.
A couple hours later he got a negative test. A couple hours after that he got an identical test sheet back only the result was positive.
So, one of those.
I think this little mouse is so cute! Look at those little ears. Spouse is not amused. He suggest we put out a trap in front of the camera. We’re not doing that. He’s out in the shop where the garden stuff is.
It took three days to get someone from the testing entity to call him back and that person suggested that he go with the positive test. He also didn’t know when we’d get the results of the PCR test. Maybe Monday (a full week since the test).
I went down with the crud on Friday and initially I was going to try to get tested, too, except everything was full except this place Bob went and there was no way I was doing that.
I am assuming I am positive, too. Unless the PCR test is negative and then I don’t know what we are. We have our own private virus.
Meanwhile, we’re holed up here with our tissues, Fisherman’s Friend, and hot tea. Not how I wanted to spend my long weekend but I am catching up on all my Marvel movies. Shang-Chi today!
27763 / 30000 words. 93% done!
This is part 1 of 3 for the project of forever. I have one more segment to write for this and it gets set aside and I will start work on part 2 of 3 for the project of forever. I have a few unrelated projects I’m working on, too.
This guy sat out there for a long time before tasting the deck and then wandering into the hedge.
I get a lot of video clips that aren’t clear enough to share. One time I caught a tiny frog on the deck. And then the owl that one night. A lot happens on the other side of the yard. This week I have one of Stinky coming out of his lair and the raccoons hightailing it out of there. Stinky hasn’t come near the house lately. One of these days I need to set up the day cam and get Fat Squirrel and the birds under the bird feeder.
Latest update on Part 1 of the Project of Forever:
For New Year’s Eve we made clam chowder. I bought a box of oyster crackers to go with. Oyster crackers is one of those things we try not to have around the house because we mindlessly eat them until the box is finished. I don’t even understand what’s so yummy about them. What are they? Flour, salt and probably a bunch of food-ish additives so they hold shape.
After our meal I put them back in the cupboard but not in an obvious place. Because if anyone is going to mindlessly eat the crackers, I want it to be me.
A couple nights later we were reheating the leftovers and Bob said, “Where are the oyster crackers?”
I went to get to get them and he gives me this look of betrayal and says, “Did you hide them?”
I was going to do a year end wrap up but I never got around to it and it seemed like a lot of energy to review what shows I watched or what events I liked best.
I made progress on the Project of Forever. One of my characters works for the Forest Service so I did some Forest Service research and then ads for Forest Service jobs popped up in my social media. What a world.
The project is rolling along but this looks a bit more promising than it is. I’m still fumbling along but I am forcing myself to push forward. There’s a range between writing garbage to get it done and grinding your wheels writing nothing until you think of the perfect thing. Some of the stuff I’ve got isn’t pretty but that’s what revision is for.
If you look carefully at the beginning of the clip, a raccoon comes out of the hedge — it’s just right of the middle of the screen. Those hilarious little tricksters.
Don’t get use to me posting this often. It’s amazing what a long stretch of time off does for a person.
A long time ago, I’m thinking it was the late 80s, I went on one of those package resort trips to Cancun. There are many tales to tell about that trip but the reason I bring it up now is that they pick you up from the airport in a short bus with a giant cooler full of booze as you board. The greeter told us that a week vacation was nice but it seemed like people really needed two weeks to fully unwind.
I think she was onto something.
To get back to the brown truck package — after the second delivery we returned it once again, time to the actual brown truck customer service center that is not far from our house. That individual also shook his head but said that a brown truck store wouldn’t know what to do with it so it was no wonder we got it back.
So far hasn’t shown up again. Hopefully the addressee is enjoying the well shaken contents by now.
Also, I didn’t mention but I have started working on the project of forever again. I know I’ve brought it up before and it’s a long story. I’ve probably written 50-60K of this thing over the years (much of which needs to be discarded) and promised myself I would finish it a dozen times.
I’m trying again. I have divided it into 3 smaller projects that I will worry about tying all together later. Part One is the project I used for my class and started writing earlier this month:
7446 / 30000 words. 25% done!
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