Shaving the list.

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To keep things straight in my head, as I tire, I am putting things I have done here. I did change the cat litter, which of course requires a good deal of sweeping. I finished the roaster and various other dishes, then made a couple of hamburgers for lunch, and am about to finish those dishes. My routine went forward. I finished the cleaning the toilet. I called my mother and had a good talk, about as long as she usually has to talk which means much longer than usual, with her. She is a busy woman, I understand. I think, at this point, disconnecting the cable and telephone, going to Mass, then taking the electronics in while turning off all but cable services, and getting a router, then setting that up, will be the extent of my work today. If I can get it all done. At least, for what it is worth, I have my smartphone to check online. An advantage with a wifi rig is that I don't have to worry about whether 3G is up all the time (it isn't). So long as I have one or the other I have some access. I would hate to blog that way, but it is possible.

I tried to call my lady friend. Her package arrived and I was pleased. She will simply want to know. She was not available, oddly. My mother doesn't know what she wants for Christmas yet. The only other person I will be buying for seems to have changed his mind. He wanted tools, but then bought them when we were out. He may no longer want that drill press. I had found a decent one and was going to go halvsies with him. We will see. Ugh. I couldn't imagine trying to buy for half a dozen or more people. My kids will get a lump of coal and be happy for it! Doh!

My mother asked me and I told her. Smartwool hunter socks. At $24 a pair, if she can't find a sale, if she can only afford one pair I am good with that. No off-brands, no clearance deals, no it's-cotton-but-it-looks-like-wool deals. If she can't do that, a damned lump of coal, if you would. Or nothing. I'm good with that too. If she can't swing it, I'm happy with a card. Oh, next time I speak with her I need to tell her not to try to be funny with her cards. They hurt my feelings and she should know that by now. Passive-aggressive really pisses me off.

I had better go. I'm getting tired and grumpy. Later.

Scratch Mass. My brother called right as I was getting ready. He dreamed about me and a babysitter. We went into a room and he couldn't get in. From his description I suggested who, where, and when. It all fit. He must have seen us go in there. She must have locked the door. Yep, it was real alright. So I let him know what had happened. I guess I always thought I had told him. Maybe I didn't, maybe he forgot, maybe he didn't understand so it didn't make sense and so it was lost in his mind. While we were talking, I advised him to seek any psychiatric help he may believe he needs outside of the V.A. I disclosed their backstabbing way of dealing with veterans regarding these issues. That's what brothers are for. Luckily, if it isn't too late, he is retired from the service first and foremost. He can get competent, reliable, trustworthy medical care elsewhere. With a little checking around he can find someone worth his time and trust. I hope.