Light bulbs and other activities
I knew there was something else I forgot to mention.
Light bulbs.
I've had some burnt out light bulbs in my house for a couple of months now -- kitchen, laundry room, hallway. At first, I didn't change them because I was lazy. Then I didn't change them because I didn't have replacements. And then, I didn't change them because I had this paranoid fear. The paranoid fear was that I would be up on my little step ladder changing the light bulbs by stretching waaaaay up the way I have to and I would fall. And hurt myself. And, because I'd been cutting myself off from everyone, I was afraid that I would just lay there until someone came over to investigate the smell, if you know what I mean. I could think of no one who would miss me or, rather, no one who would be unduly alarmed if I missed one or more services at church or other scheduled events. That's not so much a condemnation of anyone out there but of myself -- I had made my absence too common.
Well, I changed my light bulbs recently. I didn't fall. I have light in those places again. And that's cheery.
Although the restoration of light DOES mean I can see all the cobwebs and dust which was hidden in the shadows.
In other news, I vacuumed part of the floor in the back room. The dogs often leave fur lying about and I often don't notice it. However, with the fan on -- back when it was warm not cool like today -- all the little bits of fur had been blown to one end of the room. It was just too much, even for me. So I spent some time with the sweeper sucking up critter fur. There was A LOT. Then I used the broom to sweep up more fur from the bathroom, laundry room and kitchen. There was a lot there too.
I'm experimenting with bleach water and stained carpet.
There's a chance I will wash some dishes later today. I am doing a load of laundry currently.
Oh, and I signed up for some more emergency management/emergency services training. This one is called: Operational Response to the Active Shooter. :-)
Addendum:
So I have a zillion things to do. I have several creative writing outlets available to me. And what do I want to do?
PAINT.
Out come the paints (not oils, but acrylics), out come the brushes, out comes the palette tray, out comes the canvas. I think I'll maybe paint an idealized version of my backyard -- pretty sky, big trees, tall grass, flowers peeking out in a few places. I end up with, well, there are these red rock cliffs in the foreground, a deeply wooded valley in the midground, and a series of smallish mountains in the background. The sky features these two ... cloud masses and what might be rising or setting sun. And the center of the picture has a black, almost silhouette, tree that is clinging to the top of one cliff and leaning across into the space between the two cliffs.
Can someone please explain my brain to me?
Light bulbs.
I've had some burnt out light bulbs in my house for a couple of months now -- kitchen, laundry room, hallway. At first, I didn't change them because I was lazy. Then I didn't change them because I didn't have replacements. And then, I didn't change them because I had this paranoid fear. The paranoid fear was that I would be up on my little step ladder changing the light bulbs by stretching waaaaay up the way I have to and I would fall. And hurt myself. And, because I'd been cutting myself off from everyone, I was afraid that I would just lay there until someone came over to investigate the smell, if you know what I mean. I could think of no one who would miss me or, rather, no one who would be unduly alarmed if I missed one or more services at church or other scheduled events. That's not so much a condemnation of anyone out there but of myself -- I had made my absence too common.
Well, I changed my light bulbs recently. I didn't fall. I have light in those places again. And that's cheery.
Although the restoration of light DOES mean I can see all the cobwebs and dust which was hidden in the shadows.
In other news, I vacuumed part of the floor in the back room. The dogs often leave fur lying about and I often don't notice it. However, with the fan on -- back when it was warm not cool like today -- all the little bits of fur had been blown to one end of the room. It was just too much, even for me. So I spent some time with the sweeper sucking up critter fur. There was A LOT. Then I used the broom to sweep up more fur from the bathroom, laundry room and kitchen. There was a lot there too.
I'm experimenting with bleach water and stained carpet.
There's a chance I will wash some dishes later today. I am doing a load of laundry currently.
Oh, and I signed up for some more emergency management/emergency services training. This one is called: Operational Response to the Active Shooter. :-)
Addendum:
So I have a zillion things to do. I have several creative writing outlets available to me. And what do I want to do?
PAINT.
Out come the paints (not oils, but acrylics), out come the brushes, out comes the palette tray, out comes the canvas. I think I'll maybe paint an idealized version of my backyard -- pretty sky, big trees, tall grass, flowers peeking out in a few places. I end up with, well, there are these red rock cliffs in the foreground, a deeply wooded valley in the midground, and a series of smallish mountains in the background. The sky features these two ... cloud masses and what might be rising or setting sun. And the center of the picture has a black, almost silhouette, tree that is clinging to the top of one cliff and leaning across into the space between the two cliffs.
Can someone please explain my brain to me?

Depending on the stain, you might try Tuff Stuff. You might need to check the auto section of WalMart or something for it. (I've bought mine on Amazon when I was ordering something else so I didn't have to pay shipping. It's rather heavy, so free shipping is A Good Thing.) I've used it on tough stains and had pretty decent luck with it.
Also, Liz Hughes recently cleaned her van carpeting with (the generic equivalent of) OxyClean and said it did a very good job. If you're interested, ask her for details through FB. I know she diluted it with water but that is all I know.
Final thought: For fresh pet stains we recently tried pouring a generous amount of salt on the stain, leaving for several hours, and then vacuuming. Apparently the salt absorbs the "liquid" and the odor. It seems to have worked from what we can tell.
Police have no legal duty to respond and prevent crime or protect the victim. There have BEEN OVER 10 various supreme and state court cases the individual has never won. Notably, the Supreme Court STATED about the responsibility of police for the security of your family and loved ones is "You, and only you, are responsible for your security and the security of your family and loved ones. That was the essence of a U.S. Supreme Court decision in the early 1980's when they ruled that the police do not have a duty to protect you as an individual, but to protect society as a whole."