Ok...be careful what you ask for. It just got grosser...
Not sure how long I have been out. Gliders have me flipped again. I can't decide if this is unhealthy or not. I am not diurnal or nocturnal...I am....free flowing. Without a job or other obligations to force me to one or the other, day and night kinda lose meaning.
Now that the epic tire renewal is done, I am going into what I call "Poverty Lockdown" I do this when I am about to run out of money.
Basically I finish up any little projects I have hanging--prioritized by need. For instance...
THIS is how Daddy Tree says STOP PEEING ON MY ELECTRONICS! (HA!)
Strong enough to hold up a set of shelves. Slides open for Daddy Tree access. Hold your applause please. :-)
Then I stock up on Dog Food, Glider Food and Condiments, toilet media, and fuel.
(Using the right condiments, even a plain bowl of rice and beans can have life. Please see the section "Twodog Eats" for more gross but effective culinary gems.)
Make sure there's enough in the bank to cover any little monthly auto-pays.
Ring in the new austerity cycle: Taco Bell and Video game binge, while trying to kill myself with ice cream. In this case, Tillamook's 'Udderly Chocolate' (holy crap!)
And I'm dug in for another two months--use that time to make more money.
Somewhere in all this, Mrs. Mouse was finally apprehended.
Since this was her first offense, she got off with a warning, and some peanut butter to go. Unless this is an all new mouse, I just displaced her 200 miles from her little mouse life in Dolan Springs. :-(
On the way back into camp, from these errands, I thought I would be clever, and pull off at a little dirt road we use to potty the dogs in, so I wouldn't have to walk them as soon as I got home.
And Charlie got into some cactus from HELL.
(It's a little-known fact, but 65% of the Mojave Desert actually sits over a portal to Hell. That is why everything here HATES you.)
I don't know what this stuff is, but it's evil. Strong, deep BARBED needles. And when it sticks, entire sections break off the cactus and adhere to the victim.
Can't even break the big clusters off without gloves. Fortunately, there was a sweatshirt someone had pitched out by the side of the road. Used that to break the big chunks off him.
Had to carry him back to the truck, roll him over on his back and start pulling out needles. They hurt just as bad coming out as going in--and you really had to PULL to get them out. Took hours to clear them all...and I got some too. Doped him up on Tramadol for the night.
So it's been really busy around here. And the leg has not been happy. By the end of the day it looks like a small Jabba the Hutt (exaggeration)
So, get horizontal and start chewing up Ibuprofen and get twisted on the new couch. (before it too becomes a pile of spitlings)
Ice cream reserves depleted. :-( Chip reserves depleted. No....chocolate? (start to shake)
No delivery options.
Not even a...vending machine.
Fortunately all of Peggy's dried fruit glider treats appear to be safe for human consumption. As are the yogies.
But Peggy--Your Happy Glider Fruity pellets only SMELL fruity. And your Chicken breeder
Formula Nuggets do not taste like chicken--not even with milk.
Just sayin' (The kids still love 'em though)
Put the leg up and fell asleep
Woke up to Justin...eating it.
Section of dead tissue in the center of the impact spot...at least I think it was dead tissue. I can't feel it so...
I'm...52% certain he would have stopped on his own.
Thanks for the thought, little buddy. Please wait 'til I'm dead for that. You hear that guys...you are welcome to the meat-suit, AFTER I'm done with it. Not before.
Now there's a hole in it about the size of a 9mm. Not too deep.
Grooming off dead tissue. Natural I guess.
But...YEECH. Weird thing to wake up to.
So here is yesterday...
And here's today...
The final components should land today from Amazon, and I should be able to finish my "Recirculating RV Doggy Play Spa" ("Long overdue!", interjects Chelsea)
The fallout from all this busy-ness is that the house is a poop-hole. Much cleaning and organizing needed. Hopefully by the time I am done with a big cleaning, this leg will be down enough that I can get my boots on. Can't dig gold in my slippers.
Ok...clean, organize, build...
Happy Glider-ing all!