So, the excitement of the fireplace, and paying for it, home again and the stress of photographing the paperwork with a tablet camera which didn't work, changed and repeated for the phone one which did work, I finally submitted all the doings to the HOA.
Then Misfits arrived, with driver Jeff, catching sight of me after he'd put the box on the step, promptly picking up the box again to put it inside the house. Kind man.
That's how you get the dual picture of him taking the delivery shot, me indoors with the box.
The eggs are comped, because, very unusually, two were cracked in transit. So I chucked those out for squirrels, and sorted the rest.
Time for a chicken. It's so useful when you can't think what to have, if there's a roast chicken there. And a lot of spaghetti, because I was shock, horror, out of pasta.
The apples continue to be very good, and these aren't small. Maybe just surplus.
And, all this food but not much energy after a fairly stressful day, supper was a powerhouse sandwich.
Baby spinach toasted with several grated cheeses, here shown open, then folded over to eat.
And a good thing happened. A few days ago, my iPod and Kindle both stopped connecting with WiFi. No changes made, other devices fine. I wondered if it was the signal or what. Couldn't borrow from the library on the Kindle or get email on the iPod, or send images.
Then yesterday they both started working again. Maybe they'd just needed a rest so they'd quiet quit.
But this is great, because I can resume borrowing from the library. Without the signal you're limited to what's already on the Kindle, and I also needed to move a couple of items from the tablet Kindle app which is very hard on the eyes, and now I can, yay.
This week is emotionally hard, those long memories that get you when you're not looking.
March 6 my mother's birthday, the 129th, to be exact, though she only made it to early 60s. March 7th my brother's birthday, my good friend in the family, died in combat at 20, when I was six, never forgotten. His death overshadowed my mom's birthdays after that.
I used to give my mom daffodils on her birthday, even as a little kid, putting my pocket money together and trotting off to the florist in the next street.
Happy day everyone. Friday knitting group coming up, weather and roads permitting, endless heavy rain this week.
