Quietly Flipping Out

I told Durwood last night that I was bone tired for no good reason and he said, "well, there's lots going on right now that's bugging you" and he's right.  I've been stressing about whether the old tenant will vacate the place so I can make sure it's clean for the new tenant, there's really nothing I can do but worry, so I am.  I suspect (hope) she got all her stuff out yesterday and either cleaned like a crazy woman before I got home from work or will do that today before the carpet cleaners come.  I should probably go check to see where we are because I get to work for a few hours today so I won't have time to later.  And I need the keys, etc. and her new address.  Gah!  I hate this.  Hate.  It.  Okay, I feel a little better.  I just went over and she's got almost everything but her cleaning supplies out of there although she (or someone) unplugged the fridge so I plugged that back in.  Why do people do crap like that?  Anyway, I feel better, at least a bit.

I looked on the calendar at work yesterday and CLOSED is written in Monday's box so I get a 4 day weekend after all.  Mrs. Boss came in to mow (called it!) so I double-checked with her.  Yep, I'm off on Monday.  Whee!  I said that it'd be a 5 day weekend but I was wrong since I have to work a few hours today.  I hope that this month's the last one like this for a loooong time, like forever.  I only like working extra hours when payday rolls around, and even then only fleetingly.

I woke up having to pee at 5 o'clock and couldn't go back to sleep.  That I don't like, not one little bit.  Now I'll be sleepy all day.  Grrr.

August 30--Egypt, Middle Kingdom, Hippopotamus.  Gina's hand moved back and forth almost on its own as she brushed away the sand in the square meter of desert she was assigned to.  She had been in third grade when she found the book on King Tut's tomb in the school library and she fell in love with archaeology.  She was still excited at the prospect of making a great find even though she thought the tedium might kill her.  She had found a few faience beads in her square of sand and a scrap of a woven reed basket.  Tomb robbers' leavings, she thought.  There was a pocket of pot sherds that got her pulse racing but Professor Arlin determined that while it was a clay pot it was nowhere near 100 years old much less thousands of years old.  "What have you found?"  The deep male voice behind her made her jump.  She looked down to see a tiny statue of a blue hippo smiling up at her from the bottom of the hole she had cleared on autopilot.

Today Mom would have been 85 years old.  Stupid death but I have to confess I don't know if I could have coped with Mom and Durwood and tenants and my own general weirdness.  I might have flipped out less quietly--or cried a lot more.  Have a day.
--Barbara