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azurelunatic) wrote2021-09-10 07:21 pm
azurelunatic) wrote2021-09-10 07:21 pm
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Trop de errands, trop de qtips
I should get some keyboard dots and put one on the F5, because I use it a lot and yet don't have the location memorized on this keyboard. Since it's one of the split keyboard ones, the halves can migrate a little, and hand orientation to body as well as hand orientation to keyboard matters. I'm not always looking at the keyboard, in part because eye contact with the screen, but partly because the cat-guard shelf over the keyboard sometimes collects Quest Items (it's not clutter, I'm using them).
Tuesday was all the errands. Ordinarily I would have just used my car, but the lock situation had me revisiting that. So we decided that we'd use Belovedest's for all the things. I woke up too early (according to my body) and accompanied Belovedest to work. Then I drove back home and took a nap. The alarm went off and I dragged myself back up, got something to eat, and hauled Alex with me back to Belovedest's workplace in the early afternoon. The parking place where Belovedest had left me was still available, so from their perspective it was as though the car had never left but had suddenly picked up someone else. They drove us to their second work site of the day, which was made less ordinary by the blinking lights next to the exit.
As we approached, we saw people wandering around in the road. The guy in the police uniform waved us to a stop. The police vehicle was the only visible stopped vehicle in the area. The woman with the long frosted brown hair continued wandering around in the middle of the exit ramp. She seemed disoriented but not in immediate danger from the cop. Definitely in near-term danger from the stack of cars piling up behind us, if she didn't manage to get out of the road. The cop eventually coaxed her out of the ramp, and we went carefully past. There was a palm-sized tear in one cheek of the back of her yoga pants. When Alex and I came back through after dropping Belovedest and the crate of gear off at the second work site, the ramp was entirely stuffed with two fire vehicles. Firefighters are moderately better equipped to deal with the medical aspects of what might be immediately causing someone to be disoriented enough to be wandering around in the middle of the road.
Belovedest's car threatened to stall at the freeway metering light. Bad Toaster. The satnav had trouble with the exit we needed to take, so I was in the slightly wrong area of downtown. But, I knew where we were! I made a brief detour and came back to the car with just over $10 worth of discount factory seconds of chocolate toffee. Hooray!
Nora called me while I was waiting for Alex to emerge from the appointments. Apparently I am an unfair person because she nearly got caught busting out laughing over shit from the depths of the internet. :D
After the appointment we hit up Costco, as the Toaster needed fueled, and we needed half-and-half. I got the scooter that halts again, and yet again told the people that it's b0rked. (Upon doing a search, the exact item that I think is fucky is the Occupant Seat Switch.) And we got pizza.
We went home, inhaled pizza, had a bit of a lie-down, then went off to collect Belovedest and begin the final portion of the evening. The pharmacy was Somewhat Confused About Prescriptions And Appointments but prescriptions were got and flu shots were had.
Car went into the shop on Wednesday and the driver's door was finished on Thursday. They're waiting on parts, but it's driveable again so we brought it home. I'm feeling less trapped now, but also money :\
They'll get the parts in next week sometime; they said "midweek" so I have that in the calendar so we don't schedule over it.
Also Wednesday was another dental deep-clean. After my yelp of pain while maneuvering the anaesthetic, they may have given me an excess of it, because my face was still numb in that place after about six hours. I demanded pity pho.
Today was the yearly furnace maintenance visit. They tried to get the furnace to fire up via setting the thermostat high. It demanded new batteries. They put new batteries. It was still out of battery. They broke the news that this likely would mean a new thermostat, BUT the cheapest ones they had cost around $200 and were probably more thermostat than we needed since we don't have central air.
I mentioned that we had an upcoming consultation with them on getting central air up in this mofo, so...
Ah, then we should make sure to get the new thermostat as part of that install, then.
We all tromped downstairs to look at the furnace. I showed them where the filter goes, and showed off the antisocial cat (Yellface) who was busy napping on the lounge chair in Sewzb0t Parlor. She accepted a headpet from the one guy, with ill grace. I snuggled her and we watched the goings-on.
It's possible that the gas pressure is on the high side for what we need, and there was SOMETHING going on with it that made the guy who was expecting some modern standard of something to say something like "So that's just ... out there?" and there was speculation about whether the furnace was going to make it easy to get at the flame sensor (it did not). But it's a workhorse and the reason it doesn't heat the house as quickly as we sometimes might want is likely a question of vent placement rather than lack of power.
The trainee tromped back upstairs midway through and discovered that one end of either the battery or the terminal had a spot of corrosion, but he wiped that off and suddenly the thermostat was no longer demanding new batteries and dying in the middle of being set upwards. Gosh.
The air conditioning consult is about a month out. Just in time for winter. I was surprised that we got the furnace service scheduled so promptly, but today is also the first day in like a week that we did not hit 80 on the porch. (The odds are normally against 80F days in SeaTac in September, but what about these past few years is normal.)
Shortly after the furnace guys left, and I had resumed being able to breathe (quick traversal of stairs, check; mask, check; not sure where my inhaler is, check; particularly not sure where I would go to use it safely with other people in the house, check check check) there was a second ding-dong on the porch. I wondered if the furnace guys had left something here, but I didn't see their van. I did spot a nametag.
The CenturyLink sales guys did not even get through giving me their names before I no-thanked them and started to close the door. Upon reflection, I opened the door back up long enough to tell them that we already had the municipal internet. Bye-bye.
I am using an extraordinary number of qtips to deal with my nose situation, so the time to get more is when I open the last known box and put it on the specific bathroom shelf. On the last formal shopping trip, Costco was out of them. (Even though both Belovedest and I had a vague memory of having gotten some recently, but they weren't where I expected to find them, sooo...) So I snagged some on the Tuesday trip.
I decided that Wednesday should include some Dealing With That Stuff At The End Of The Bedroom Hall. We did not follow through. But today... So I was leaning over to see what exactly was in the other side of the cupboard and let out the sort of angry-surprised yelp that had Alex come running to see whether I needed assistance. There, on the lower middle shelf, just out of sight, was the damn new pack of qtips.
We were correct to get toilet paper when we did. We need sneezecloths. The wet wipes are stacked neatly. AND WE HAVE TROP DE QTIPS.
Well, beaucoup de qtips. We'll use them eventually-soon.
Refrigerator: It's about a week and a half until the refrigerator service window. We are still going through the stuff that's still good. I am moderately cranky about this but no longer in a state of extended screaming unless I think about it for too long. It is making food a little harder to deal with because we do not always want to have a thing that is visible, and we also do not want to create leftovers that will then need to be stored.
Tuesday was all the errands. Ordinarily I would have just used my car, but the lock situation had me revisiting that. So we decided that we'd use Belovedest's for all the things. I woke up too early (according to my body) and accompanied Belovedest to work. Then I drove back home and took a nap. The alarm went off and I dragged myself back up, got something to eat, and hauled Alex with me back to Belovedest's workplace in the early afternoon. The parking place where Belovedest had left me was still available, so from their perspective it was as though the car had never left but had suddenly picked up someone else. They drove us to their second work site of the day, which was made less ordinary by the blinking lights next to the exit.
As we approached, we saw people wandering around in the road. The guy in the police uniform waved us to a stop. The police vehicle was the only visible stopped vehicle in the area. The woman with the long frosted brown hair continued wandering around in the middle of the exit ramp. She seemed disoriented but not in immediate danger from the cop. Definitely in near-term danger from the stack of cars piling up behind us, if she didn't manage to get out of the road. The cop eventually coaxed her out of the ramp, and we went carefully past. There was a palm-sized tear in one cheek of the back of her yoga pants. When Alex and I came back through after dropping Belovedest and the crate of gear off at the second work site, the ramp was entirely stuffed with two fire vehicles. Firefighters are moderately better equipped to deal with the medical aspects of what might be immediately causing someone to be disoriented enough to be wandering around in the middle of the road.
Belovedest's car threatened to stall at the freeway metering light. Bad Toaster. The satnav had trouble with the exit we needed to take, so I was in the slightly wrong area of downtown. But, I knew where we were! I made a brief detour and came back to the car with just over $10 worth of discount factory seconds of chocolate toffee. Hooray!
Nora called me while I was waiting for Alex to emerge from the appointments. Apparently I am an unfair person because she nearly got caught busting out laughing over shit from the depths of the internet. :D
After the appointment we hit up Costco, as the Toaster needed fueled, and we needed half-and-half. I got the scooter that halts again, and yet again told the people that it's b0rked. (Upon doing a search, the exact item that I think is fucky is the Occupant Seat Switch.) And we got pizza.
We went home, inhaled pizza, had a bit of a lie-down, then went off to collect Belovedest and begin the final portion of the evening. The pharmacy was Somewhat Confused About Prescriptions And Appointments but prescriptions were got and flu shots were had.
Car went into the shop on Wednesday and the driver's door was finished on Thursday. They're waiting on parts, but it's driveable again so we brought it home. I'm feeling less trapped now, but also money :\
They'll get the parts in next week sometime; they said "midweek" so I have that in the calendar so we don't schedule over it.
Also Wednesday was another dental deep-clean. After my yelp of pain while maneuvering the anaesthetic, they may have given me an excess of it, because my face was still numb in that place after about six hours. I demanded pity pho.
Today was the yearly furnace maintenance visit. They tried to get the furnace to fire up via setting the thermostat high. It demanded new batteries. They put new batteries. It was still out of battery. They broke the news that this likely would mean a new thermostat, BUT the cheapest ones they had cost around $200 and were probably more thermostat than we needed since we don't have central air.
I mentioned that we had an upcoming consultation with them on getting central air up in this mofo, so...
Ah, then we should make sure to get the new thermostat as part of that install, then.
We all tromped downstairs to look at the furnace. I showed them where the filter goes, and showed off the antisocial cat (Yellface) who was busy napping on the lounge chair in Sewzb0t Parlor. She accepted a headpet from the one guy, with ill grace. I snuggled her and we watched the goings-on.
It's possible that the gas pressure is on the high side for what we need, and there was SOMETHING going on with it that made the guy who was expecting some modern standard of something to say something like "So that's just ... out there?" and there was speculation about whether the furnace was going to make it easy to get at the flame sensor (it did not). But it's a workhorse and the reason it doesn't heat the house as quickly as we sometimes might want is likely a question of vent placement rather than lack of power.
The trainee tromped back upstairs midway through and discovered that one end of either the battery or the terminal had a spot of corrosion, but he wiped that off and suddenly the thermostat was no longer demanding new batteries and dying in the middle of being set upwards. Gosh.
The air conditioning consult is about a month out. Just in time for winter. I was surprised that we got the furnace service scheduled so promptly, but today is also the first day in like a week that we did not hit 80 on the porch. (The odds are normally against 80F days in SeaTac in September, but what about these past few years is normal.)
Shortly after the furnace guys left, and I had resumed being able to breathe (quick traversal of stairs, check; mask, check; not sure where my inhaler is, check; particularly not sure where I would go to use it safely with other people in the house, check check check) there was a second ding-dong on the porch. I wondered if the furnace guys had left something here, but I didn't see their van. I did spot a nametag.
The CenturyLink sales guys did not even get through giving me their names before I no-thanked them and started to close the door. Upon reflection, I opened the door back up long enough to tell them that we already had the municipal internet. Bye-bye.
I am using an extraordinary number of qtips to deal with my nose situation, so the time to get more is when I open the last known box and put it on the specific bathroom shelf. On the last formal shopping trip, Costco was out of them. (Even though both Belovedest and I had a vague memory of having gotten some recently, but they weren't where I expected to find them, sooo...) So I snagged some on the Tuesday trip.
I decided that Wednesday should include some Dealing With That Stuff At The End Of The Bedroom Hall. We did not follow through. But today... So I was leaning over to see what exactly was in the other side of the cupboard and let out the sort of angry-surprised yelp that had Alex come running to see whether I needed assistance. There, on the lower middle shelf, just out of sight, was the damn new pack of qtips.
We were correct to get toilet paper when we did. We need sneezecloths. The wet wipes are stacked neatly. AND WE HAVE TROP DE QTIPS.
Well, beaucoup de qtips. We'll use them eventually-soon.
Refrigerator: It's about a week and a half until the refrigerator service window. We are still going through the stuff that's still good. I am moderately cranky about this but no longer in a state of extended screaming unless I think about it for too long. It is making food a little harder to deal with because we do not always want to have a thing that is visible, and we also do not want to create leftovers that will then need to be stored.
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