It’s Sunday, which means I rest. Staring at the ceiling feels wonderful since it means I’m perched on my mountain of pillows listening to a random classic rock playlist (when did def leppard become classic rock? Fuck it…pour some sugar on muuuuh!).
I’ve been trying to get a little sun for the vit D, but being hotter than 50, I only last a few minutes before my translucent skin starts to sizzle. Today the fucking WASPs chased me inside, and the bugs were annoying too. Hooray for small town America. I enjoy the big city for the ability to go weeks without seeing someone I know, if ever. Anonymity is my friend. I fired up the TENS for about an hour on variable setting on my ankles and can’t say it did much other than make the spasms more rhythmic. I’ll try my back later to see if I can’t block it all from the nerve roots. That’s the idea, right?
As I’ve mentioned, my parents weren’t here for most of the winter. The other sister checked on the house periodically. I got here just a few hours after my parents returned from Florida. I saw what looked like mouse turds on a towel on the counter, but figured it was just fuzz. This house is only 3 years old and was Amish built, so it’s assumed there’s no way vermin can get in. Unless someone leaves a door open, which obviously happens quite often between miss aneurysm and mister diabetes brain.
I put a pizza in the toaster oven the other night and that’s when I realized they were mouse turds. Lots of them by the toaster, behind the coffee maker, and some fresh ones in the junk drawer. Yum. I announced the mouse problem, and Dad told me to shut up. He already knew about it but didn’t want Mom to know because that means he has to work on getting rid of the problem instead of ignoring it.
“It isn’t mouse shit.”
“Uh, check it out. This one is linked together like a tiny sausage. Those aren’t sesame seeds.”
Now Mom is up his butt, but he’s being belligerent and is naturally pissed at me for bringing if up in the first place. Rather than listening to them fight back and forth over something so easily remedied if only they’d shut the fuck up long enough to do what needs to be done, I’m getting a half dozen live traps and some peanut butter puff cereal later. They love that shit. I’m in charge of vermin control.
14 days left, then I have to eradicate the inevitable ant invasion back in Maryland. Last year I was irritated by the ants until I realized they were carrying crumbs out of the house. Free cleanup crew.