You’d think I’d been outdoors or something. (Well, just because I was outdoors today is completely irrelevant to whether you think it!) My eyes feel dry and slightly inflamed, which isn’t very surprising since almost everything in sight is blooming!
I did get the ladder out and climb onto the roof to measure for new gutters; it looks as though we’ll need about a hundred and ten feet of guttering, plus the pieces for corners and downspouts and the brackets and joints and such. The next step is to take the prices I copied down at Home Depot t’other day and come up with an estimate of how much the materials will cost. Afterward, I tried driving a couple of posts for the new compost bin, but was stymied because one of the postholes ran into a pecan root that’s too big to cut through, and I don’t have a big enough hammer to drive the posts properly, anyhow. What I need is an engineer’s hammer; maybe I’ll go by the all-night Home Depot and get one. All the hammering left my shoulder sore, and when that’s combined with the opposite arm’s case of mouse elbow, picking up things is an adventure.
L came in this afternoon with good news and bad news. The good was that she’d found fifteen yards of the Waverly flame-stitch fabric we need to make drapes for the dining area, which will finish all the drapes for the front rooms. She only needs twelve yards for the drapes, but the extra will probably come in handy at some point, for chair covers or the rag rug L wants to make, or something else. After that’s done, the only room left without drapes of any kind is our bedroom, which is nasty because it’s the single brightest room in the house now. When L asked me, I said I’d like to have midnight blue or dark purple drapes, and I think she imagines a taffeta or velvet for that, but we havent found any fabric that’s even close to what we want.
The bad news was that her group health insurance (Blue Cross Health Select) refused to add me to her policy, so I’m still without insurance or prescription coverage. L keeps saying I need to contact TEX about COBRA benefits, but I really don’t want to, because (1) I don’t believe we have money to pay the insurance premium to CIGNA, (2) I think the papers are still around the house anyhow and only need excavating, and (3) I’m averse to calling TEX about anything whatever. Getting fired naturally left a bad taste in my mouth, and I’d just as soon not have to have anything further to do with ’em. Maybe it would be better if I was working, but as I’m not, well . . . .
Chingiz Khan controls the impatient bathtub and sings for Beltaine. Fnord.
