Hi again, Mike!! Yes, I am well, and quite content. I had hoped to answer all my messages and get caught up on the Feelings thread tonight, but now I am getting sleepy and giant mosquitoes are swarming around, flying alongside tiny creatures which seem to be fruit flies, but bite pretty hard for their minute size. So I think I should go hide under the covers and read poetry, and keep trying to catch up over the weekend. The mosquitos are so big this year that the cats hunt them. I am forever finding a stray leg or two on the bedroom floor.
When I cleaned apartments, they were the ones that students live in all year at college, once they have gotten too smarty pants to live in the dorms. I don't remember any that were super disgusting, probably because everyone wanted to get their cleaning deposits back. I did have a friend who got a puppy she could not figure out how to house train, and so her apartment was the very worst. I remember she finally gave up and just put newspaper all over her bedroom floor for the puppy. She was very wealthy, and I don't think the realities of housekeeping, or carpet damage, had ever occurred to her before.
But no roaches!! In California, I have seen them in San Francisco, but not anywhere else. I think they are a function of poverty more than anything else out here. I understand that they are just lethal in New York City, and that even the rich have them back there. Is that true? I was waiting to cross the street here about fifteen years ago, and a cockroach as big as a mouse crawled out of the gutter. I jumped about two feet!!! But I was too fascinated to even try to kill it. And today I got into the Volvo to go pick my daughter up at summer school, and there was a spider on a web, dangling down over the passenger seat. I don't have the heart to murder bugs, unless it is like thousands of ants invading my kitchen counters, and then I say a little blessing for them and try to kill them quickly so they don't suffer.
Well, anyway, the spider went for a very thrilling car ride. I opened the sun roof, hoping she crawled up there and finally got away when I got back home. Do they have insect friends in the neighborhood? Favorite bushes? Do they know the mailman and the rhythm of familiar sights and sounds? If so, she was one confused and disoriented spider at the end of her adventure!
Incidentally, Mike, maybe you could private message me and clear up your cryptic reference to the subject that perhaps should be dropped. There are so many possibilities!!!!
See ya tomorrow! 'Night, everyone! Good to be back! |
