This area is over run by ticks, fleas, red ants, mosquitoes, spiders, and lizards, and visited occasionally by scorpions. We went to Wal-Mart and purchased an insecticide so toxic the entire half of the bag was dedicated to what to do if you should get it on you, breath it in, or possibly even look at it.
Today we:
Went to the Laundromat for the first time in a long, long time. It was unexpectedly clean and peaceful and as soon as we sat down, it felt like a long, summer Sunday afternoon. The sweet, clean smell of detergent and hot clothing filled the air, there was the quiet hum of driers, and washers ratting away unattended, on the rinse cycle. A wasp flew in the open door, buzzed around the ceiling tiles and made his bumbling way out again.
We sat and talked. I’m frankly amazed that after this move, Keith and I still find things to talk about it, or that we’re able to talk at all. I still find him funny, for god’s sake. Except for when he tried to pick up some bizarre kind of accent that was a cross between Singapore and Liverpool, with the speaker possibly being on mind altering drugs and drooling very slightly. He kept using words like “bonnet” and “ticker.” I don’t know where he gets these things from.
Then we went to Wal-Mart, where we bought more stuff than we have ever bought before. I had to go get another cart just to pile the stuff already scanned, so that the stuff waiting to be scanned would have some place to go, since our original cart was still full... of stuff.
Keith has got pool fever. He bought a net, albeit for fishing, but hey, a net is a net, and a blue pool noodle. He is out there frequently, shirtless, fishing in the pool and doing lord knows what, happy as a clam. He’s got a sunburn already and fortunately, I remembered where the Aloe Vera was.
We also got another air mattress, since the one we had been using sunk down to the floor by three thirty in the morning, just like clock work. At which point we, already awake and with bruised hip bones, would roll off and re-inflate it. It would last until about seven thirty, by which time we’re getting up anyway, as much out of misery as necessity.
Now we have a double thickness air mattress, and freshly laundered sheets and pillow cases and I am looking forward to sleeping well tonight. I also drank milk for the first time in more than a week. Milk is good.
Tomorrow Keith will mow the grass, bug bomb it and then wash and debug the dogs. We have to make a vet appointment for them, they have to be on a very sturdy anti pest regimen around here. For now, they are banned to the outside. They look pitiful, lying full length across the dusty concrete, or sometimes snuffling around the low windowsills, looking at us with beseeching puppy eyes.
The next day our household good will arrive, so we will at least have a TV and Keith will be able to play his PS3. The next day the internet will arrive and life will officially begin to get back to normal.
As for me, I’m going to go make the bed and sleep. Ah, the respite in sleep! If I could just sleep through tomorrow, I would.
