. . . Not! Was actually awakened by the alarm instead of the sun, which was a refreshing change. Had a brief meeting of the head committee and the motion was made, seconded and carried unanimously in favor of going back to bed. I slept until after 1 pm, and it was glorious. I had just gotten up when my mom called and said, instead of bringing boxes by today, bring them by tomorrow and daddysit while she’s at church. Dad’s grasp on reality, which is difficult to measure at the best of times because he’s so hard of hearing, is getting obviously spotty again and she is hesitant to leave him alone, even for that length of time. She made the remark, “Didn’t get much sleep last night, as I went to bed at 12:00 (read until then) and then I got up once to go to the bathroom and your Father got up at 3:00 and 
5:00 a.m. to go to the bathroom – which is unusual. This being ‘beauty saloon’ day, the alarm then went off at 6:15 a.m. It would be good to take a nap in the chair, but I’m always concerned about his getting up unaided to go to the bathroom.” I’m going to offer to come over some time and sit with him while she naps. We may need to discuss nursing home placement again. I would add that she goes to the beauty salon every Friday morning to have her hair washed, set, dried, combed out, and solidified with hairspray, (which ‘do’ lasts her all week — !) and it’s important for her to continue to do that. She has always been very fastidious about her personal appearance, wears makeup every day, etc., and is otherwise a typical woman of the 40’s and 50’s (when women still wore hats, carried gloves, etc.). Her appearance is a good barometer regarding her well being. When this stops becoming a matter of importance to her is when I start to worry about her.
It’s almost 3 pm now and I’m having my first meal of the day, what I guess you could call “breakfunch” — a piece of tandoori naan spread with chopped chicken and chopped black olives mixed with mayonnaise and, on the side, some sliced apples and raw baby carrots dipped in Ranch dressing. Quite tasty, actually.
My mind is aswirl with things that have to happen before other things can happen. I need to switch the way the door opens on the little cabinet before I hang it in the full bathroom (It opens to the left; it needs to open to the right — a 
simple matter of switching the hinges). I need to photograph and throw out the filing cabinet before I can move that table back and relocate my printer closer to my computer. I may take the other table over to my mom’s rather than try to sell it on craigslist. While I’m at it, I need to photograph all the dings and scratches on my furniture courtesy of the movers. Found some more nice long ones today all across the top of the little chest of drawers my late sister-in-law refinished and I bought from them when they lived in Wheeling and I lived in Hurricane, West (By God!) Virginia, in the 1970s. Needless to say, I’m not happy about it. To the right is how I had it once at the old place. Right now I’ve got my printer on it, as that’s the only flat surface available currently.
It’s going to be a hot week, next week. Today’s predicted high is 90F/32C (which it is at the moment). Sunday’s predicted high is 94F/34C, Monday’s is 98F/36.6C, and Tuesday’s and Wednesday’s highs 100F/37.7C. I’m thinking of hanging my little wind chime in front of the vent so it will chime whenever the AC comes on. That will help me track just how hard the AC is having to work to keep it 74F/23C in my apartment. If’ it’s coming on a lot, I’ll raise the thermometer up to 78F/25.5C. If that doesn’t do it, I’ll jack it up to 80F/26.6C.
I’ve been listening a lot to the Illinois Street Lounge channel of SomaFM on my little Squeezebox internet radio, which I’ve put in the dining area. It plays the kind of music that used to be on the “easy listening” radio channels back in the late 1950’s. A lot of it is cha-cha-cha’s because that was the big thing then. Because both my parents worked, when we were in primary school, the lady across the street used to keep my brother and I until my mom got home, starting when we were aged 3 and 6 respectively. During the summers, we would have to lie down for about 1-1/2 to 2 hours after lunch (as much for her sake as ours, she had three children of her own) and she would put the radio on. One piece they play that brings back memories is “Cherry Pink and Apple Blossom White” which I remember listening to as a small child of 4-5, and is associated in my memory with me swinging in the back yard of the lady who kept us when my brother was just a toddler — until we moved to the house my parents built, which would have been the year I turned 6. She had a fruit tree that bloomed white (apple?). That house and the house next door where we lived for a while, are both gone, bulldozed to make way for a shopping center. And they’ve changed the name of the street, too. However, I like Glenna Goodacre and don’t at all mind that the street where I first lived when I came to this town at the ripe old age of 16 months was renamed for her.
I’ve got so much blog reading to catch up on. I will do it. I have a good excuse, though, for falling behind . . .
I’m taking empty boxes over to my mom’s tomorrow (they have lids and 10 reams of copier paper comes in them–see left — they’re too good to throw away). On the way, the keys to the duplex are going in the mail. I’ve still got four “copy paper” boxes in my trunk that I’ve yet to bring in, but being rid of all those empty boxes is a giant step in the right direction.
and a paper towel holder to put up in the kitchen. My pots and pans are going to have to go in the bottom of the china cabinet as there’s no room for them in the kitchen. Ditto about half my glasses. My dining room furniture is a tight fit. Here’s a shot of the dining room rug before the furniture was moved in. I’ve hung the ironing board holder since the far left-hand picture was taken, and my iron and 
ironing board are safely stowed. All my clothes are closeted and my shoe rack is hung. I’m going to list the boots on craigslist as soon as I get around to it. The kitchen is the closest to being sorted of all the rooms. I just have the paper towel rack to hang and it will be finished. I sold a bunch of stuff to two guys who run an “antiques and collectables” shop, and used the money to get a new microwave. The “antique” 
and white, which matches the rest of my appliances. The blinds in the kitchen window fell down when I was trying to adjust the height, so I put them in a closet. I think I’m going to try putting them back up. The kitchen window faces almost due east and the rising sun is pretty much blinding in that window until about 10 o’clock.
That’s because the box the cardboard is coming from still has stuff in it. I still have my gold sheets and white spread 
Put up adverts for the Vista computer on craigslist, but so far, nary a nibble. If the Vista machine sells, that will more than pay for the new monitor. Also listed the lamp (right)I want to sell. Picked the monitor up this evening on the way to see my BFF, who had decided she wasn’t in the mood for setting up the computer tonight. Tomorrow or Wednesday, she’s buying my little reading table which won’t extend high enough to work with the gold chair. Other “hold my Kindle” arrangements will be made. This (left) is the table that’s going by the gold chair. I bought it from the mother of a friend in 1980. It has beautiful spool-turned legs, but it’s taller than what people are used to these days for side tables. I have 
I hooked up the new monitor, which is wider and slightly taller than the emachine wide-screen monitor. Money well spent as it gives me plenty of width but leaves me enough room to see all the little clock widget. I’ve got them set up backwards — the new monitor should be on the left since it’s the #1 monitor and the desktop extends over to the right onto the number #2 monitor. It’s kind of confusing at the moment since I have to go off to the right to get onto the monitor that is to the left. I’m not going to bother sorting them out for now. I’ll wait until I take the computer over to the new place and set it up with the monitors on the right sides over there.
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