Nearly a month ago I tripped over a pipe cemented into our basement, dislocated and broke the big toe. Nurse at the doc-in-the-box told me I had to stop writhing in pain so they could take the BP or they’d refuse me treatment. But I got what I needed and have been wearing a brace since.
Had somebody at McD’s want a piece of me, following me around the store calling me a dirty fag, because I told the girls up in the play structure their shrieks were making my littlest cry. This unsettled me, but I think I handled it well: pushed it off on a wide-eyed 20-something manager, and left it alone.
One more thing, but I’ll post that separately. Let’s just say the roughest month (aside from finding Academie Prime had DS) after marriage is still way nicer than the best I remember from single life.
That was me — academie
There are a lot of hostile, irrational people about nowadays. I am very reluctant to express any kind of disapproval of anybody; you just never know what reaction you’re going to get.
I wish I had more moral courage, but I guess I’ve always been risk averse.
But my husband isn’t. On New Years’ Eve night, about 2:30 a.m., he stalked across the street and yelled at the neighbors that people were trying to sleep over here. They did tone their party down, but I worried that we were going to end up with resentful neighbors.
I’m sorry about your bad month, Acad. (But still waiting for the “one more thing” you were going to post separately.)
I’m having a not-so-hot month, too. Our neighbor saw rats squeezing through the ventilator into our attic. I had been hearing something rustling around up there occasionally, but I’d thought it probably was squirrels. Rats–ugh!
And my son is out of town for another week, so I can’t get him to fix the screen covering the ventilator. And my husband is nagging me to call the exterminator. But I don’t want to poison them because we have too many pets in the neighborhood, and I’m afraid one of them might eat a poisoned rat, and I’d really hate that.
Sigh.
Hopefully, an exterminator would use live traps. Some years ago, field rats got into a small office building I was working in. Instead of calling an exterminator, the maintenance guy put traps above the drop ceiling. The rats got caught in the traps, crawled away, felled down the walls where they couldn’t be reached and died. In the middle of Summer. God it was awful!