Meh.

It’s been one of those days.

I went out to get a ceiling vent that actually attached to the ceiling (I meant to do it in the spring but then we never used the heating and it became moot) and I bought one that wouldn’t work. Again.

“I am going to have a stiff-bodied tantrum,” I informed E.  So he has decided he can make something that will allow us to get the vent up there and make it fit. I hope he does it soon because I am mightily sick of thinking about heating vents. This happens to us a lot. I decide I am going to do some kind of home repair, and he ends up doing it because I am, by and large, hopeless.

Then I wanted to make peach crisp,  so I did. It is too sweet and is underwhelming.

It’s like when I get a fever and my whole body is over-sensitized, except it’s only my brain. Fire trucks make me cringe and I want to knock kids off their rumbling skateboards. Colours give me an eye twitch and I can’t decide if I am too hot or too cold.

So then I decided I had some kind of deadly brain fever, which led me to wonder what people will say about me when I am dead. I think about this more than is healthy.

On the plus side, I got bills paid and swept the floor of the suicidal bugs that keep coming in my house.  I think that’s pretty good for someone with a deadly brain fever.

6 Comments to “Meh.”

  1. By Arwen, September 3, 2009 @ 9:53 pm

    Oh, I sure sympathize. I get itchy all over and I want to yell and I feel like I’m walking underwater. WHY IS THIS SO HARD?

  2. By stephanie, September 3, 2009 @ 10:21 pm

    I also have an unhealthy obsession wondering what people will say when I’m gone. Actually, I’m going to start calling it healthy. Why not?

  3. By Liz, September 3, 2009 @ 10:33 pm

    I’m blaming the full moon, Arwen.

    Stephanie, I’m not calling it healthy. Not how often I do it. Or with the depth I do it.

  4. By Beth, September 4, 2009 @ 7:19 am

    Re: what will people say about me when I’m dead:
    that’s why I asked for the memories for the memory book for my 60th birthday. I figure it’s those memories that people would talk about after I’m dead, so now I don’t have to wish that I could go to my own funeral.

  5. By Liz, September 5, 2009 @ 11:53 am

    That’s a good idea, Beth.

  6. By cheesefairy, September 5, 2009 @ 1:45 pm

    When you are dead I will say about you that you were one of the funniest people I ever knew. “I am going to have a stiff-bodied tantrum.”

    That’s perfect.

    Also, I blame the full moon too; you are the third adult to describe this “itchy” malcontentedness and my children, though unable to verbalize their symptoms, definitely were acting like they had brain fever.

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