I just have to tell you about my day yesterday.
First of all, I finally broke down and placed an order with Walmart. I needed kitty litter and those containers are heavy.
I would have placed the order with Chewy’s, but I didn’t have enough on my order to get free shipping. And I’m all about free shipping and paying no interest. Sometimes to my detriment.
So yesterday Fed Ex delivers part of my order. Three boxes. One was the biggest Walmart box I’ve ever seen. It took up the length of my porch.
I took my scissors out on the porch to open that one because it was so heavy there was no way I could drag it inside as I had the other two. And now I’m glad I didn’t.
Inside were bags of pesticides, and the granules were spilling out.
You know how I avoid pesticides like the plague.
And underneath the bags of pesticides, I kid you not, was a big sack of Purina cat food.
Now who on earth would pack a box with something edible with pesticides, I ask you? It came, I saw on the label, from Waco, Texas.
So I called Walmart.com. They had no idea why my name was on this big box of pesticides on top of cat food that was falsely delivered to me.
I did not want this big sack of cat food to go to any home with a cat because of the pesticides on top of it.
I also told him that the box looked to me to have been re-taped a number of times and it truly didn’t look like it would make another trip anywhere without falling apart.
He told me to just toss the contents of the box. I said I was not going to stick my hand in that box full of pesticides again with granules spilling out. And it was too heavy for me to move at all.
So finally I got one of the maintenance men to drag it off for me.
Then I get an email that the rest of my order had just been delivered. Except it wasn’t. So now they have to resend the rest of my order.
Who knows who that went to. We’re talking toilet paper, detergent, the bulky stuff I’d rather have delivered than carry home from the store.
The maintenance man who I got along with so well and gave so many things to abruptly quit last week and moved back to Texas. I don’t know what happened there.
When I asked the manager what he did about his church, she said “what church?”
“The church he was the pastor of,” I told her. “The one I donated all my stuff to.”
She says “He wasn’t the pastor of any church.”
Why do I take people at face value? I always have. I never think maybe they’re lying to me. I must be very naive.
It doesn’t really matter. I would probably have given that stuff to anyone who would have hauled it off for me because I’m trying to free up room in this apartment. Organize things.
Then I have to see the nurse practitioner at my doctor’s office to get a Diflucan that I forgot to ask for when I had the bladder infection. I had a four o’clock appointment.
She is looking at her computer and going over my medications. She asks why I’m still taking a blood pressure medication I’ve been taking for several years.
“Didn’t you get the letter that said they’d recalled that medication?” she asked me.
Of course I didn’t. If I had, I wouldn’t still be taking it.
Then it’s five o’clock and oh heavenly days I have to drive back home in Tulsa traffic.
And this, my friends, was the very day I had decided I no longer needed the morning dose of an anti anxiety medication I’d been taking since Abi died.
The phone just rang and it was the county of Tulsa asking about my absentee ballot. She wanted to know if she had the correct address. She read my address off. Yes, it was correct.
So why is she calling me? I got it in the mail, marked my votes, and immediately mailed it back to them, I told her. She was confused she said, that it had been returned.
Of course it was returned. You send it back after you vote. Oh well. I don’t even want to try to figure that one out.
I woke up this morning and during the night Ivy had decided to take the phone off the hook.
I got out of bed and nearly stepped on a gourd. Ivy was evidently doing a bit of redecorating while Charlie and I slept. Heaven only knows what Ivy does when we sleep.
I have to hand it to her. She is creative with her exploits.
Charlie has gotten over following her everywhere.
Usually he’s beside me on the couch as we watch her run from one room to another like she’s being chased.
We watch as she suddenly shoots straight up off the floor with her front feet, waving them crazily at some imaginary thing we don’t see.
Ivy runs off with my fingernail file. It’s usually under the bed. As are various bookmarks she’s swiped. This seems to be where she takes her treasures.
Last night I didn’t know where she was until I saw the shape of her in the living room staring at the baseboard and pawing at it.
I turned the light on and didn’t see anything. But Ivy has much better eyes than I do. There must have been a tiny bug.
If there is a bug Ivy is rated number one in pest control. Crickets, bugs, whatever has been successfully hiding from me until Ivy came to live here. Now they’re all pretty much doomed.