The big excitement of the morning was delivery; twelve boxes of books to sort, and amongst them a stray package for the school. I trotted over to the office with the errant box, passing a forlorn pair of shoe soles which looked as if they had been left behind when their occupant erupted violently skyward. Glanced up at building overhang, and saw no student-shaped splat-mark. A pair of teenagers were loitering up ahead, so I straightened up to imply authority, causing the box to tug on my clothes and one my nungas to leap out of my top like a salmon. Hurried past with the box mashed to my chest. Am going to start wearing footie pajamas to work.
At home, there has been much ado about the refrigerator. The beast limped and went drippy and then died, leaving us with a mountain of meat to fire up - just in time for the power to go out three days in a row. The groundskeeper, in a fit of inspiration, pilfered the fridge from the landlord's house and hoisted it up to our place. This is fine, except that his fridge had rats living in it. The cats have been in throes of delight, but now there is an ominous ratty smell coming from the underside of the couch [MY couch], where I suspect a poor wee rodent crawled off to die. Plans underway to cook remaining meats on couch bonfire.
In other news
Hair has been chopped and dyed, teeth are ablaze (with whiteness). Thanksgiving foodstuffs procured, eggnog tippled, tub of peppermint bark devoured, last 5 lbs not lost in time for birthday. Resorting to 3-day fast. Not off to a good start; ate poptarts (with FIBER!) at snack time, and a chocolate covered cherry after lunch (fruit serving). Will henceforth consume only brothy soups and milky tea until Thursday.
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