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Saturday was cleaning nearly all the things. We have three cats, the warm weather is here and the natural course of events is upon us. For those of us in the house who are remotely sensitive to such things, the cats dropping their winter coats All At Once has sent us scurrying for the loratadine. Then the vacuum cleaner, stripping the beds down to the bare mattresses and washing all the things. Yes, that too. I may yet toss the kid's stuffies in the dryer and air fluff them to remove what cat hair I can from those things as well.

And I washed one of the cats. Hiroshi allows it - the other two? One has been overgrooming to the point of needing steroid shots - and the other one will turn me into hamburger if I even think about her in water. So one is better than none, and he got washed. Frankly, to his mind, this is not all bad as it means additional pettings, combings and attention. He is also now white and orange again.

Then the bathroom was cleaned to within an inch of its life. Last count, four different cleaning products in a space I can touch both walls with if I stretch my arms out, in any direction. That's the bathroom.

From there, I purged the kid's clothing. Everything that didn't fit, got put into one of three piles: hand-me-down box, DCFS closet at church...and Mommy's mementos. DON'T JUDGE. It was a significant event.

Floors got cleaned up and that was Saturday. All hail Saturday.

Sunday, Jim goes back to work on the worst staffing day of the week - and kid and I go to church early because it's Palm Sunday and frankly, the dance card was full. This is the Sunday where kid has no Sunday School because our childcare worker isn't there (and we have to make plans for when she goes off to college, just like last year when the last one did the same thing), but I have both a reading and a procession to take part in...after making coffee (both kinds) for the welcome table outside.

The bake sale raised nearly $160 last weekend - keep in mind, everything was priced at .25$ a bite - a cookie, a brownie, whatever - a quarter. For a congregation of about 80 attending bodies? Over 660 bites? I think we did great. I'm going to suggest we do another soon - we had people stopping by at random, that's just what we want to see happen.

But yesterday? Was the dreaded church potluck I didn't have on my radar. Now, these are not all bad - they are opportunities to teach kid two things:

They were nice enough to cook for us. It's only meet and polite that we try everything. (He hated all of it.)
They were nice enough to take pictures to show us from the Cuba trip in January. It's only polite for us to be good guests and pay attention. (We bailed about 3/4's of the way through.)

I just wished I'd known about it. Would have brought stuff he'd eat. >_>

As it was, once he went down for a nap, he stayed down for nearly three and a half hours. So much for the rest of my day - not much else got attended to.

These folks were lifted up in prayer during services yesterday. At the time, it was unclear whether or not it was arson - sad to hear that question has been answered in the affirmative. I'm hoping we hear who and why at some point - but you have to accept you may never know in these matters.

One thing I really wish? I took up the Ayn Rand challenge when I was fifteen. It didn't take. Can I ask those folks who like her stuff to go back and read Babi Yar and The Painted Bird? You might get a better idea of what makes a mind like that tick if you get a grasp of the times that spawned it. Just saying.

And now, Monday. Now in progress.

Saturday was cleaning nearly all the things. We have three cats, the warm weather is here and the natural course of events is upon us. For those of us in the house who are remotely sensitive to such things, the cats dropping their winter coats All At Once has sent us scurrying for the loratadine. Then the vacuum cleaner, stripping the beds down to the bare mattresses and washing all the things. Yes, that too. I may yet toss the kid's stuffies in the dryer and air fluff them to remove what cat hair I can from those things as well.

And I washed one of the cats. Hiroshi allows it - the other two? One has been overgrooming to the point of needing steroid shots - and the other one will turn me into hamburger if I even think about her in water. So one is better than none, and he got washed. Frankly, to his mind, this is not all bad as it means additional pettings, combings and attention. He is also now white and orange again.

Then the bathroom was cleaned to within an inch of its life. Last count, four different cleaning products in a space I can touch both walls with if I stretch my arms out, in any direction. That's the bathroom.

From there, I purged the kid's clothing. Everything that didn't fit, got put into one of three piles: hand-me-down box, DCFS closet at church...and Mommy's mementos. DON'T JUDGE. It was a significant event.

Floors got cleaned up and that was Saturday. All hail Saturday.

Sunday, Jim goes back to work on the worst staffing day of the week - and kid and I go to church early because it's Palm Sunday and frankly, the dance card was full. This is the Sunday where kid has no Sunday School because our childcare worker isn't there (and we have to make plans for when she goes off to college, just like last year when the last one did the same thing), but I have both a reading and a procession to take part in...after making coffee (both kinds) for the welcome table outside.

The bake sale raised nearly $160 last weekend - keep in mind, everything was priced at .25$ a bite - a cookie, a brownie, whatever - a quarter. For a congregation of about 80 attending bodies? Over 660 bites? I think we did great. I'm going to suggest we do another soon - we had people stopping by at random, that's just what we want to see happen.

But yesterday? Was the dreaded church potluck I didn't have on my radar. Now, these are not all bad - they are opportunities to teach kid two things:

They were nice enough to cook for us. It's only meet and polite that we try everything. (He hated all of it.)
They were nice enough to take pictures to show us from the Cuba trip in January. It's only polite for us to be good guests and pay attention. (We bailed about 3/4's of the way through.)

I just wished I'd known about it. Would have brought stuff he'd eat. >_>

As it was, once he went down for a nap, he stayed down for nearly three and a half hours. So much for the rest of my day - not much else got attended to.

These folks were lifted up in prayer during services yesterday. At the time, it was unclear whether or not it was arson - sad to hear that question has been answered in the affirmative. I'm hoping we hear who and why at some point - but you have to accept you may never know in these matters.

One thing I really wish? I took up the Ayn Rand challenge when I was fifteen. It didn't take. Can I ask those folks who like her stuff to go back and read Babi Yar and The Painted Bird? You might get a better idea of what makes a mind like that tick if you get a grasp of the times that spawned it. Just saying.

And now, Monday. Now in progress.