why I am not planning a social tea party this week

I seem to be becoming a conversational liability. The assumption, of course, is that one will have nice things to talk about, or at least enough brainspace left to listen to other people talk about things. Instead, this is what I've got from the weekend and today:

-8.5" of rain from when I pulled the lawn mower out around 1 pm on saturday and 9 am this morning, working on 9" as I type, which would have been lovely had it been spread out all over July, but all in a 48 hour stretch is less helpful

( other things what have been going not particularly smoothly, so that perhaps I will not have to complain about them again )

-phoo. (apparently this is etymologically "FU")

Ok, time to go bail out the basement again. And check sump#2 to see if I need to wetvac it again. (because I am generously allowing grauwulf to figure out how to get the giant block of ancient rust out of the bottom of the pit so we can replace it...) Also, there is chicken stew in the crock pot to nurture. (It must need something else added!)

ETA- the basement says "what are you worrying about? We've seen much worse than this!" and the soup is starting to smell like food, so that's nice.

why I am not planning a social tea party this week

I seem to be becoming a conversational liability. The assumption, of course, is that one will have nice things to talk about, or at least enough brainspace left to listen to other people talk about things. Instead, this is what I've got from the weekend and today:

-8.5" of rain from when I pulled the lawn mower out around 1 pm on saturday and 9 am this morning, working on 9" as I type, which would have been lovely had it been spread out all over July, but all in a 48 hour stretch is less helpful

( other things what have been going not particularly smoothly, so that perhaps I will not have to complain about them again )

-phoo. (apparently this is etymologically "FU")

Ok, time to go bail out the basement again. And check sump#2 to see if I need to wetvac it again. (because I am generously allowing grauwulf to figure out how to get the giant block of ancient rust out of the bottom of the pit so we can replace it...) Also, there is chicken stew in the crock pot to nurture. (It must need something else added!)

ETA- the basement says "what are you worrying about? We've seen much worse than this!" and the soup is starting to smell like food, so that's nice.

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