Sweet Revenge
I'm tired-so what's new, right? At least it is Friday. I don't know where this week has gone; time passes so very quickly.
My big project for today is to get the rest of this manuscript typed. I have been able to scan a large amount of that which was previously typed (and lost) but still have about 50 pages of typeset that causes our scanner to seize up. One of the dangerous things about rote typing is that I find I almost go into a hypnotic state. My eyes see the words (which somehow bypass my brain) and are automatically discharged from my fingertips. And, while this process is going on my poor, tired mind just sort or rambles around its own little universe. For instance, I am actually sitting here typing this entry with my eyes closed. Oh, my = me of many talents. I wish I could master the one that would allow me to fall to sleep at a reasonable hour and wake up refreshed!
My condition, of course, is always bearable because I know that today is the last day of the week. By 4:00 P.M. today I will be waking up and rearing to go.
The sun is shining and, although still quite cool outside, (48) it promises to be absolutely beautiful today. The weatherman forecast a high of 70 degrees (F)- hard to believe it is January 8th. We have had so much rain these past few weeks that it almost feels strange to have the sun shinning so brightly.
This weekend promises to be no different than the last--house cleaning times two, laundry and errands. I really want to try and get out for a little window shopping on Saturday, but don't know if this will be possible. We usually have so much going on that by the time it is all finished, I am tired and just want to veg. Keith is supposed to have a "boys night out" tonight which means he will be in no condition to get up and going early tomorrow morning. No, I will be on pet patrol while he sleeps in a bit. (Our sweet pets insist upon waking at the crack of dawn)
I love it when Keith goes out. He so rarely goes anywhere without me and it really does him good to get away and do "guy stuff". It also gives me time alone. I have been eagerly planning my time for tonight unsure of what I want to do first. I feel a little like a kid who has a big chocolate bar and wants to eat it but also wants it to last.
I really love to be alone. I have always been like that and I am not sure why. While I enjoy people very much, I find too much socializing to be exhausting. This is especially true in functions where I don't know anyone. I am a nervous wreck by the time the evening is over and happy to escape back to my little "nest". As I have written before, Keith shares this temperment to a degree, but still likes to go golfing or out for a beer with the boys once in awhile.
In a way, I wish Keith was a little more gregarious. Several of my brother-in-laws hunt and fish, but Keith will not go along. He is a strange combination of personality traits. A retired Air Force cop he lacks nothing in the "macho" department, and yet can not bear to kill an animal. Both he and I have to switch off those "nature" shows where it shows creatures eating one another and you will never catch him watching a hunting or fishing show. With his convictions as strong as they are regarding respect for animal life, I am surprised he is not a vegetarian. Oh brother, why did I even wonder that. As I sat here and typed the word and read it (opened my eyes now) the answer is contained in the question: vegetarian. This man hates vegetables..and fruit. I guess if he didn't eat meat he would starve to death.
I plan on making bread tomorrow. I have a recipe for some beer bread which requires I make a starter 12 hours ahead of time...I hope I remember tonight. I also plan on doing a beef and noodle stew. I love to make meals like that--just bread, brown the meat and plot in the crock pot! 8 hours later the meal is finished and I have put a real dent in my knitting/crochet stash! I also picked up another couple of boxes of desert mixes when we went to the commissary. These are for Lemon Bars and I must admit, they turn out better than the ones I make. I can't remember the brand name, but they are about 80 cents cheaper at the commissary than the market so I bought two of them. I also have a brownie mix in the refrigerator I need to cook up.
I was just thinking about what I wrote above. "Why, do I keep my brownie mix in the fridge?", you may ask. It's really quite simply. I have ants. Lots of ants. And no matter how many times we have the place chemically treated, they just keep coming back. I don't have any other vermin running around, (aside from the errant bug that wanders in the door) but these ants have cost me a bunch replacing dry goods and sugars they have invaded.
Now these ants are not very impressive. They are small, (teensy tiny) brown and hungry. And apparently they are unkillable! I have even had them creep into my microwave which upon consideration, really kind of worries me. If an ant can creep in, can't some of that microwave energy be seeping out? Ha, maybe that's the problem. These are radiated ants--you really can't kill them. (Oh, and by the way--I have actually had the unpleasant experience of opening the microwave after using it to heat something--and seeing the little critters crawling around. Even microwaves don't kill them.
I hate bugs. Unfortunately, Keith does too. But, with the exception of the ants (and an occasional spider) we usually won't kill them--just scoop them up and toss them outside. This is probably not the wisest action to take because I am sure these little nuisances just keep coming back in when we aren't looking. Of course, L.C., the Killer Ninja Cat does not share our compassionate outlook. She loves it when a little bug sneaks in. It gives her something to stalk (besides our poor dog, of course). 
A couple of nights ago, after we again had to bring our potted plants in doors to protect them from the freeze, a little (actually, he was probably quite big) spider must have hitched a ride it on one of the fig trees and was exploring. But this was a very smart spider. (Either that or he had a very wicked sense of humor.) You see, he was slowly traversing across the cathedral ceiling in our living room--and L.C. spotted him. Picture if you will a cat, perched atop the back of a couch, trying to figure out how to fly. She just sat there and watched and watched and watch. And this spider was smart. He didn't keep moving or stop and stay in one place for very long. No, not this arachnoid--he kept up just the right rhythm of movement to keep my poor kitty in "attack' mode for almost 1/2 an hour. Keith and I would have distracted her but our dog wouldn't let us. Revenge, you know is sweet--even to a dog.
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