I think I'll go spelunking down to Wit's End today. Or is it rappelling? Either way it should be a short trip. I am so stressed. Sleep comes in fits and starts. I had every intention of going back to bed after sending the kidlet off to the schoolbus this morning. Instead I have a load of laundry that just hit the spin cycle...
Death and mayhem.
My brother is off doing who knows what in Jersey. He's staying with us for a bit in order to find a job so he can escape the oppressiveness of Mom & Dad. He's been pretty much incommunicado for the past 16 months. Unfortunately, the last three weeks he's spent looking for a career instead of something that will help him in the NOW. He's had one nibble and apparently he thinks human resources personnel are creodonts because they can't see that he is the answer to all their prayers. He's all that AND a bag of chips, people!
It's blissfully quiet here today. No mowers. No chainsaws. No weedeaters. Just the dozy sound of a little airplane buzzing around. It's been so oppressively negative around here lately. The kidlet went nuts yesterday because she forgot her homework at school. It will be total chaos when she gets home this evening, too. Then it is time to pack up for soccer practice. More grumbling and complaining. Not because she hates it. Just because she can. *sigh*
I think I'll go outside and wrap the rest of the day around me like a sweater and snuggle down into it. Days like this don't come often anymore.

My Aunt Peggy died recently. She was buried yesterday. I'm not quite sure how old she was but it was somewhere in the 90s. She had a fondness for antiques and an impressive collection of depression glass. I haven't seen her since Alex entered her destructive phase. Toddlers and antique glass don't mix well. Alex is no longer a toddler but the destructive phase is still chugging along just fine.

Speaking of destructive...
Alex had her first soccer game of the season. 15 - 1. The other team was destroyed. Alex nailed the first goal about 30 seconds into the game. She made 5 total. The referee should have made the team play down a man after the 6th goal. I think that's the rule. Anyway, it was fun being back out at the soccer fields. Sometimes it's downright exciting.

Just wanted to make a post that seemed lucid. Bad news and good. Everything else is pretty much mundane. Cooking, cleaning, yada yada yada.

Yes, I have cobwebs inside my home and creepy looking little spiders doing their little spider things...bathrooms...kitchen sinks...cupboards. They've been faithfully catching and disposing of the trillion or so fruit flies that follow the summer fare on its way to the table.

I noticed that several have branched out to catching the pantry moth menace. I hate thosed damned things! Almost as much as earwigs if you can believe that. The moths get into the cereal boxes and noodle boxes, chocolate, sugar, flour crap i'm asleep at the wheel and i'm not odne yet.''

Anyway I came out into the kitchen one more time and one of the cats was poking something on the floor. A humongous shiny black ant. One of those HUGE ones. It was in the kitchen so I got my little dust tray and ushered him in the darkness of night. He said they would be back. I opened the door wide to sweep him and noticed a deep moving glob of ants piled up in the corner of my doorway. On the inside! I blasted them with water and then sprinkled borax on them. Now I'm dreaming that I'm sliding down a huge slide. Cats are crying to go out.

I don't know what I'm trying to say. Wasp invasion. Followed by gnats. Followed by shiny assed black ants. Oh, and a massive case of chiggers when we walked thru Pocahontas with.
Oh well...I'm tightly wedged between a rock and a hardspot right now. I wish people wouldn'
t unburden their souls on others.

Why is life, in general, such a struggle? Why do people make it so complicated? Gaah! Life is too short!