This morning (just past noon) when I got up, the first thing I did was set my timer for 15 minutes. And I went at it all the way up to choir practice, 6 hours later. Every 15 minutes the digital Lux would ding (beep) and I'd repush start. I really tried to keep moving. It was fun. Except I have absolutely NOTHING to show for my hard labor except acute exhaustion. Really, not sure what I did for those multiple, multiple 15 minute segments.

I washed ALL the linens on the bed, who is going to know that? The mattress cover, the blanket, bedspread, quilt. I know it, Mike will know it when I point it out. And now I guess my blogees know it. I did all my daily chores I normally reserve for 1:00 AM. I practiced the piano for 15 minutes. Folded clothes. Cleaned the shower floor with that Razzle Dazzle grout cleaner, or whatever it is. It had a familiar pungent odor (right on the label it brags, NO ODOR). It did not clean the black in the grout. I think I'm reduced to scraping a speck of black out every day with my fingernail. Really, I am disappointed (sorta outraged) that McDazzle didn't do the job. At that outrageous price, yeah, I'm outraged, I want my money back, I already used 1/3 of the bottle. ACE will probably say, We don't do refunds for stupid people. And I'll say, Then I'm not buying anymore of your caramels . . . or anything else either.

Okay, so I'm tired. I know I gotta be sweet as pie if I want to get anywhere in this here world of bad service and products (not a blanket statement, mind you). Today I called the roofer, who has yet to do the shed-attached-to-the-house roof. I said on his voicemail, We just wondered when you are coming to do the shed, since you are our favorite roofer and all. By golly, he called back within 5 minutes and he sounded Eager Beaver. He's hurting, business is down to the ground. I hope we can come up with some other work for him, even though his helper got white paint drops on both my dark brown awnings. HELLLLLOOOOOO!?!?!?!?! Anyway, his excuse for not finishing the job was he was in Washington, DC, for the past many weeks, shoveling snow off of roofs. I said, Do you think the wood (big sheet of plywood for shed roof) is still good? He said, H____ NO!, I'll get you a new piece. He is pretty funny, he's a downright character, a good guy. I want to help everyone I can in this economy, my heart goes out to them, been there, done that, and we take nothing for granted anymore.

DTD was over here tonight, she comes a lot because she doesn't have Internet connection and she has to check her FB and all. She was glowing happy and it turns out it wasn't a boyfriend, it was that a Secret Shopper gave her a perfect score of 100 for the service rendered (DTD works as a server in a quaint park/waterfront small restaurant). The Secret Shopper was especially interested in the table next to hers, where the customers were dissatisfied with everything that came out of the kitchen. SOME PEOPLE. I'm proud of DTD. Her fine report is up on the bulletin board for all to see and be in awe.

Cutting Out,
KEM