I’m embarrassed to say we’ve had our new windows for 10 months now and I’ve yet to clean them. Literally, the fancy way they tip in so you can clean top and bottom, inside and out, was the reason we chose these windows.
So we had a mouse in our house. I can't stand it. I'm deathly afraid of mice. Horrified, mortified. That old line about they're more afraid of you than you are of them is a just a load of hooey. For the most part, seeing a mouse isn't how you know you have one.
Thankfully, leaf season is pretty well over for this year. The only thing we’re still playing with is the tree in front of our garage. It hasn’t completely changed yet. It didn’t even start turning until the beginning of November. The rest of them are all done. Yay.
So I was in the upstairs bathroom, which is kind of under construction at the moment. There is a slight leak in the roof that the roofer has heretofore been unable to fix because of the weather. Nobody told Mother Nature it’s spring and we need to be sunny and 75 right now.
Since Dave and I moved to this house 27 years ago, we’ve tried to replace any trees that we took down or that came down on their own. I don’t want to mow around a forest, but we don’t want to desecrate the land, either.
Everybody kept saying that I’d caught something, that I had some kind of ick. But I didn’t have an ick. I had a bout with my allergies and asthma. If I stay away from the things that trigger my asthma, like smoke, mold and mildew, and dust, I do pretty well.
I blame the book I’m currently involved with for me getting locked out of the car at work the other day. I realize “the other day” for me can be anywhere from yesterday back to 1986, but this was literally the other day.
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