A Bit Of A Week

 I was talking to Mike and Margo today about my busy week.

Last weekend for some reason I can't remember I looked under the house and noticed that some ductwork had come detached from the vent and was lying on the ground.  The AC guy came out to fix it - and it turned out not to be the expected easy fix because the "boot" (the collar the duct attaches to) had fallen apart, and the duct itself was failing.  They came in later that week and put in some new ductwork.

Monday when I came home from work I noticed that the water in the toilet had mostly drained out.   I grabbed for the plunger to see if there was some blockage - but somehow my plunger had disappeared (how the heck does one lose a plunger?).  Thank goodness I have two toilets - but I piled stuff on my main one so I would remember not to use it for those middle-of-the-night nature breaks.  Of course, walking around the house at 3:00 a.m. would convince the cats that obviously I wanted to give them treats.

Tuesday was the 40-mile detour to get to the museum, and when I noticed that my cruise control wasn't working.

Wednesday after work I went to WalMart and bought a new plunger.  A lot of plunging and a bit of over overflowing toilet showed me that a blockage wasn't the problem.  I consulted Mr. Google and found that clogged water jets under the rim can cause the problem.  So CLR and an old toothbrush and an opened up paper clip to clean out the jet holes (while leaning upside down over the toilet with a mirror in my hand) actually solved the problem.

But I also noticed, outside, that there were muddy areas.  I usually don't think about that, because 1) rain, and 2) drainage from the air conditioner.  But it hasn't rained for quite some time, and I haven't run the AC for a month.

Better get the septic tank pumped.

Need a longer post on this, but my last peacock disappeared.  30 years I've had those beautiful birds around.  I was a Woman With Peacocks.  I still automatically check the roost first thing when I go out in the morning - a 30-year habit is hard to break.

When I was in Boston I got a note from a FB friend saying she was going on hospice care.  A few days ago I found out that the rehabber that I used to foster for (I've known her for some 15 years but haven't been in touch since I lost Bob because I sort of lost my nurturing mojo) has also gone into hospice.

Another friend dealing with chronic pain was told that there is nothing else Western medicine can help her with.

I did have a fun actual get-together with another friend yesterday (my real-life-not-online-spinning-friend)  - but I had to go pick her up because current health issues means that she can't drive - and she was only good for about an hour because her tachycardia was acting up.

So looking back on this week . . . well, as I often say, that's how my life is now.  And in general, I say it was a good week.

There were lemurs!