We are really cooking with oil now. I am just hoping a spark does not excite the times more.

Wow, busy, and more, even more busy. Busy on top of complicated right next to managing befoulment. What is the Ogre going on about, you ask. Well, I woke relatively early this morning, after finally crawling to bed quite late. It seems the Q.O.D. had some laundering tasks. She had just arrived, so I suspect even her sneaky attempt at being quiet was what woke me. We talk a bit, then she has to go do some things. She is unhappy with being so late, here, or on her return, I cannot remember. I never can tell what she is going on about when she gets this way and my brain has not followed my corpse into wakefulness. Well, no bother, I have a few things I would like to check, so I bypass my ears and start talking until she realizes she is unheard. With a little surprise, she notices me and begins to listen. Big eyes unsure if I am in the wrong for this, or if she has been being a twit. Not my thing, so I pass on and begin feeding her ears and brain.

Would you like turkey this evening? I could happily have it prepared for supper. “Oh, certainly, I think”. What time would you enjoy a thanksgiving and breaking of bread? “I suppose 21:00 would be sufficient”, she say. “Hmm, could you finish up my laundry, since you had wet stuff in the dryer? I am late, too late for *mumble*, and I am tired, so I want to go to bed”. You know I will do this, sure. So, she does a little this and that and flits like the hummingbird she reminds me off, and out the door she goes.

*ring* *buzz* Hello. “Pick up some corn, and would you like broccoli or *some other vegetable, I cannot remember now*, or both”? Huh? I am still not awake, mind you. I was happy to hear the phone, watch it vibe, AND realize I should answer it. You want what, or something (I am really good with words right now too!). “Yes, get corn, it should be on the corner. As I pass it, I will let you know if the vender is there. Nope, he is not there. So, which of those first two vegetables do you want”? Huh? Both (I lie sort of, I have no idea what she will be bringing, though I do want both of them). Will they be ready? “No, you will have to cook them”. Doh! I really say. No, will they be prepped. That would be good, as I’ve got a number of things going on. “Ok, sure”. Well, I do not say it, but… we will see.

So, I do this and that for a bit, decide how long the turkey will take, get cracking on setting up my work area, and look at the time. Ha, just enough time to do a batch of bread! This time I will try 1/3 cracked wheat flower. So, after all is ready, I begin that. The landlord knocks and we go out by the garage and speak. I let him know the tenant had stopped by, asking for his cel phone number, as his home phone is going unanswered. I had not been able to find it. He then tells me he had his son leave the keys in the garage, their side. I have the key to that garage, for the lawnmower, snow blower, and gas. However, half of any equation never works, so they went without the key for several days. *sigh* And, as we are out there, the other garage door is opened. We find it falling apart. Odd, mine too is problematic. We are having a difficulty. I believe we are going to need to get brand new locks for out there. My doors are find though, as I changed those myself most recently. No sets of keys for my place floating around. And, I am almost always home. It would not be good to enter should I be awake, worse should I be sleeping. I know she is here before she gets here usually. Should I not know who is here, things would get broken. Probably not dead, but totally disabled for the rest of their life and understanding fear, terror of death, horror at pain, I would leave them where I live. Most will not make it, and I am good with that. The tenant arrives, we all talk a bit, I offer my hand in helping her and her guy move in, tell her she may get some bread tomorrow, then excuse myself for that very reason. So much time has passed, I have to crack the whip to get it back, but this I do. However, I will not be able to get bread baked BEFORE the turkey needs to go in. Drats and daggnabbit too!

Supper in a few hours, laundry yet to get to, bread rising, vegetables to be steamed, gravy to be made, and I had hoped to do half of the lawn tonight, but urhm, not so much now. Other than that, not much going on in my littleverse. Oh, shoot, I had hoped to get to the wall tonight! *grumble, garbled things, and a few cusses* I will eat well. I flee to finish, start, and do a few middling steps.