Hump Day

Is this the day of the week people are supposed to have sex? Hump Day, get it. I know it was bad but it’s what came to mind when I first heard the phrase Hump Day.

I hope that you have enjoyed the links I posted to some music videos. The first one is a catchy tune from the US version of Queer As Folk and has the actors from the series in the video. The second one was a Peter, Paul & Mary tune about life, marriage and technology. I was looking for something fun and I knew what I wanted to post but couldn’t think of the name of the song. I really had to dig around to find it. I’ve actually got the album (CD) that it was published on. The story behind the song is that the first time I heard it was live in concert. I was lucky enough to be able to purchase front row tickets to a PPM concert many years ago. My late husband loved them and this was a huge treat for him. We were close enough to the stage to be able to touch PPM but of course we didn’t. I got called out for not singing along on one of the songs. That was a great night amongst many we had!

You know that my little girl (cat) is old and we are really close to her birthday. She will be 17 soon and that is really old for a cat, although they can live to be 20. I can tell that she really is slowing down but she hasn’t quite given up on using those lungs. She loves to yowl and meow and does it all the time. It’s the worst when I am either on the phone or in the middle of the night. Just like all of her departed family I worry about her and of course am thinking often of the day that we part ways. It’s a day that I don’t want to come for many reasons. The first of which is she is the last living link to the life I used to enjoy with her family and my late husband. The second of which I have stated many times I am living for my cats and I honestly don’t know what will happen if she goes and there isn’t another purpose for living in my life. I mention all of this because I had a horrific nightmare last night about a stray that we took in that wound up passing in the middle of the night. It’s stuck with me throughout the day and I’ve got a large photo of him by my desk in the basement. Hindsight leaves me with a lot of guilt, he was really sick and the vet told me to let him go but I was in denial and took him home. He passed away that night while I was sleeping. Just knowing about death is bad enough but cats typically linger and suffer for hours before they die, knowing that makes it worse. Guilt what a horrible thing it is.

I tackled a pretty huge problem today at work, I took my time and thought about it. I tried a couple things but I knew that time was the one thing that would fix the issue. I was right and once I got everyone on board with that, things came together a bit quicker than I expected. I was able to share the adventure (such that it was) with my colleagues and I got a lot of pats on the back. It was a unique situation that probably won’t ever happen again but if it does, we all know how to fix it. That helped me realize that I probably am in the right place and am a little more than burnt out, more like fried to a crisp with working and for sure with my boss. He has turned into a bit of a micromanager and it rubs me the wrong way. Plus, he has way more vacation time than any of us and he loves to rub that in our faces with the lavish trips and adventures he and his family go on. Perhaps there is a bit of jealously mixed in there as well but I think that once he actually goes on his 2-week vacation that life will calm down a bit for me. I will also need to get in my time away and by away, I mean exactly that no checking on things or keeping in touch, just take the entire week off. Trying not to think of work and for sure not working on work. The thought of switching jobs is still a bit appealing but I do think I will most likely stay put unless I shoot of my mouth, which know one knows that I am known to do once I get really upset.

On a different note, today was Amazon delivery day. The new floor registers are plastic compared to the metal ones I had. They look amazing! I thought that could be a culprit for the odor but thus far nope. The new furnace filters arrived and I am not impressed thus far. It does smell maybe a little bit better in here but overall, this unknown odor is still lingering. I keep on telling Gator that I don’t know what else there is to do because I am out of ideas. Then magically something pops in my head. I know that slowly I will be exhausting all possibilities, short of throwing out furniture, ripping into a wall or moving. It is frustrating because for around two weeks the odor was totally gone. I’ve done nothing new or outlandish and now it’s back a little milder but nevertheless back. I am learning to live with it but I really want to get rid of it and keep it gone. This is affecting what little sanity I have left.

Thinking about the weekend I do believe pizza is in my future. I will probably travel to get it but am thinking about local places as well. It’s nice to get away but I do worry about my little girl. I kind of wish I could take her with me but I would have to order ahead and eat in the car so she didn’t roast. Speaking of which we have some uncommonly hot weather headed our way in a couple days. No doubt the power companies will love that as will the AC Repair people. The guy that cuts my grass told me at the start of the year when I hired him that my grass wouldn’t burn out if he cut it. Well, it’s already started to die in a couple places. I am not a lawn freak, meaning I don’t water the grass, plant grass or have chemicals put on it. Someone put it there, it grows each and every year. It dies, can come back to life and for sure returns each and every spring. If I had my way I would just as soon have concrete painted green or Astro turf. I hate cutting grass and the fact that I have to pay someone to cut it because I can no longer do the work myself due to allergies and I also don’t own a working mower. Lots of my neighbors have chemicals put on their lawn, most no one waters their lawn until it gets super-hot out and that is usually the time, we are asked to conserve water.

Another day has turned to night. Time to close your eyes and say goodnight. I need to put away my laundry and prep for bed which means that my little girl will be waking up and yelling about having to move. She could stay put but for some reason loves to be near me. I think it’s old age and she has a little bit of fear of being alone. Hell, I am alone and I don’t enjoy it all the time but at least I have entertainment and if push comes to shove, I can get in a car and travel. I just hope that she lets me sleep all night, we have been getting up at 3a to get her a snack. Then she tries the same thing at 4a or 5a and that is when I remove her from the bedroom and go back to sleep. She is waiting just outside the door and springs to life as soon as she hears me get out of bed. For an old lady that hearing works pretty good when she wants it to. We have such routines and get along pretty good.

Hope your staying cool and having a good week. I just felt like babbling tonight so if you actually read all of this then you came along for the ride. Thanks for stopping by. I will talk with you all again soon. Be well.