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mindless Thursday waffling
Sep. 20th, 2018 12:53 pmSunny. Not at work. This is good. Got woken up early by the damn building site, but sincerely hoping there's not long to go. They're getting the roof on now.
It's actually warm enough to take the shoes and socks off and to need to water the vegetables. There's probably still moisture in the soil but that won't be the case for long if it stays dry and at this temperature. I've never seen a potato patch look this good - not one I was caring for anyway - which shows how exceptional this winter's rainfall has really been. Last weekend I put in some heirloom tomato plants, advanced seedlings, since all too often if I get very small seedlings, they just get eaten. Same with spinach. It's just too popular, no matter how much I barricade them with snail pellets. Doesn't stop the caterpillars; they just march straight over the pellets. Even lettuce does better than spinach around here.
I went around to my mother's yesterday to deliver her dry cleaning and check for life signs. Looks like I won't need to do so again for awhile, which is an intense relief. M's friends and neighbours at the place are doing a good job and it has actually got through to M that she needs to do the same when any of *them* are out of action at a later date. As any readers here may suspect, I find M intensely annoying at close quarters for extended periods of time, which is what I've just had. She had her fall on 7 August and my freaking life feels like it's been taken over ever since.
An occupational therapist arrived while I was there and I took the chance to depart and leave M to whatever torture was inflicted. She was already complaining about "She'd better not make me march up and down the corridors," and I think I said something like, "If she does, you'd better bloody do it." My sympathy reserves are empty. She was complaining earlier about not getting aftercare from the hospital and when I chased that down, I found that she'd assured them she could manage and that was why they hadn't set a program up for her. They had given her a brochure with details of services, which M somehow didn't remember/mention to me when I asked if they'd given her any paperwork!
I haven't yelled at any hospital people, trust me. I wouldn't do that. It's not their fault phones freak me out and it must be bloody difficult trying to treat someone who can't hear you half the time and won't make that clear, so you think they have heard you! And even when they hear you, won't do what you instruct because they think they know better. Osborne Park Hospital's phone staff are quite exceptional in helping one find the precise person one needs to talk to. They must get loads of clueless relatives and friends trying to find stuff out and I would not do that job for anything!
I'm still taking their number off speed dial. In fact, I probably have to change my phone number soon because I'm still being harassed by a foreign call centre. I blacklisted their numbers but now they're using a system which doesn't show the number they use. Why the fuck would you do that when you already know you're not going to get anything from the person you're harassing? I've got a short list of people I'll give the new number to; will advise when I have it. In the meantime, I'm not answering anything which shows "Restricted" instead of the incoming number.
I'm hoping for a few days of relaxation soon. Next weekend is a long weekend [Queen's Birthday holiday] so I have just tomorrow to work and then three days off. All I have planned is some gardening; the warm weather has encouraged the weeds to sprout like mad and just about everything needs attention. Some books I ordered from Book Depository should have arrived by then. I wouldn't mind seeing some actual friends, but nothing has been arranged, my brain not having been up to the concept lately, so I guess I'll just go with what happens.
It's actually warm enough to take the shoes and socks off and to need to water the vegetables. There's probably still moisture in the soil but that won't be the case for long if it stays dry and at this temperature. I've never seen a potato patch look this good - not one I was caring for anyway - which shows how exceptional this winter's rainfall has really been. Last weekend I put in some heirloom tomato plants, advanced seedlings, since all too often if I get very small seedlings, they just get eaten. Same with spinach. It's just too popular, no matter how much I barricade them with snail pellets. Doesn't stop the caterpillars; they just march straight over the pellets. Even lettuce does better than spinach around here.
I went around to my mother's yesterday to deliver her dry cleaning and check for life signs. Looks like I won't need to do so again for awhile, which is an intense relief. M's friends and neighbours at the place are doing a good job and it has actually got through to M that she needs to do the same when any of *them* are out of action at a later date. As any readers here may suspect, I find M intensely annoying at close quarters for extended periods of time, which is what I've just had. She had her fall on 7 August and my freaking life feels like it's been taken over ever since.
An occupational therapist arrived while I was there and I took the chance to depart and leave M to whatever torture was inflicted. She was already complaining about "She'd better not make me march up and down the corridors," and I think I said something like, "If she does, you'd better bloody do it." My sympathy reserves are empty. She was complaining earlier about not getting aftercare from the hospital and when I chased that down, I found that she'd assured them she could manage and that was why they hadn't set a program up for her. They had given her a brochure with details of services, which M somehow didn't remember/mention to me when I asked if they'd given her any paperwork!
I haven't yelled at any hospital people, trust me. I wouldn't do that. It's not their fault phones freak me out and it must be bloody difficult trying to treat someone who can't hear you half the time and won't make that clear, so you think they have heard you! And even when they hear you, won't do what you instruct because they think they know better. Osborne Park Hospital's phone staff are quite exceptional in helping one find the precise person one needs to talk to. They must get loads of clueless relatives and friends trying to find stuff out and I would not do that job for anything!
I'm still taking their number off speed dial. In fact, I probably have to change my phone number soon because I'm still being harassed by a foreign call centre. I blacklisted their numbers but now they're using a system which doesn't show the number they use. Why the fuck would you do that when you already know you're not going to get anything from the person you're harassing? I've got a short list of people I'll give the new number to; will advise when I have it. In the meantime, I'm not answering anything which shows "Restricted" instead of the incoming number.
I'm hoping for a few days of relaxation soon. Next weekend is a long weekend [Queen's Birthday holiday] so I have just tomorrow to work and then three days off. All I have planned is some gardening; the warm weather has encouraged the weeds to sprout like mad and just about everything needs attention. Some books I ordered from Book Depository should have arrived by then. I wouldn't mind seeing some actual friends, but nothing has been arranged, my brain not having been up to the concept lately, so I guess I'll just go with what happens.