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zimon66Three day weekend and I did almost nothing productive thru out it. Did manage to do laundry, load turn on unload dishwasher, and that was the extent of "doing something useful". Everything else was pretty much "sleep, eat, watch TV".
Major highlight: Fell asleep re-watching Grey Gardens. Dreamed Little Edie and I were talking while she's working on a jigsaw puzzle. Looking over at her desk, see she needs office supplies, mainly a calculator with large face and buttons so she wouldn't have to use her magnify glass to read it. I offer to go pick up some stuff for her, cause I have a car and money.
At the store, looks like WalMart with a Home Depot set-up. Got the stuff (yes, the calculator too). Pushing the cart along and decided to pick up some puzzles for her. Going thru the aisles headed toward the Game Section, one of my shoes starts doing that annoying squeak of rubber sole on linoleum floor. I stop, it stops. I walk, *squeak*.
This goes for several minutes, aggravating the hell out of me.
Realization gradually rears up that it's not me or the store...coming from inside the house?!
Come out of the dream fog "What the"-ing and *squeak*. Look around in daze and *squeak*. Few more squeaks and a brief search; smoke detector chirping the back-up battery needed replacing.
Damn. Really wanted Edie to have that calculator.
Major highlight: Fell asleep re-watching Grey Gardens. Dreamed Little Edie and I were talking while she's working on a jigsaw puzzle. Looking over at her desk, see she needs office supplies, mainly a calculator with large face and buttons so she wouldn't have to use her magnify glass to read it. I offer to go pick up some stuff for her, cause I have a car and money.
At the store, looks like WalMart with a Home Depot set-up. Got the stuff (yes, the calculator too). Pushing the cart along and decided to pick up some puzzles for her. Going thru the aisles headed toward the Game Section, one of my shoes starts doing that annoying squeak of rubber sole on linoleum floor. I stop, it stops. I walk, *squeak*.
This goes for several minutes, aggravating the hell out of me.
Realization gradually rears up that it's not me or the store...coming from inside the house?!
Come out of the dream fog "What the"-ing and *squeak*. Look around in daze and *squeak*. Few more squeaks and a brief search; smoke detector chirping the back-up battery needed replacing.
Damn. Really wanted Edie to have that calculator.
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