Category Archives: Barbara Ellen

Working for the deposit

BE and daughter are beavering away at her old rental place, trying to get it spotlessly clean so she can get her $1k plus deposit back. Only problem is beater ex-boyfriend has a key and he opens the place up to any and all after they leave. Plus tracking in muddy footprints himself.

The swans

Big, heavy Lucite swans, two of them, about three feet tall and wide, were the hardest thing to move today from BE’s daughter’s rent house. Fortunately we just sat and watched, and briefly debated with the mover, about how to get them into his truck. At one point we were going to have an hour or so to wait until they were crated. He was that worried about damaging them. But finally he and his helper carried them and we were almost done.

Took nine hours to get everything out and into stepdaughter’s new, smaller rental in a fourplex in a nicer neighborhood. She had to work. Bigwigs from corporate in town at the last minute. So we supervised and briefly debated, and finally got it done. Only one thing broken. Of sentimental value, unfortunately. Cost: a whopping $2k. How much of that was inflation and how much gas prices, we wonder. Just glad it’s over.

Reiki masters

Bar and I are master-teachers now, nine months after getting Reiki I training and, for me, daily practice ever since for me and her and a few other family and friends. Doubt I will ever teach it but master level is cool for various reasons, none of which I’m supposed to talk about.

Cookie day

Bar is already into mixing butter and sugar for her annual cookie/candy extravaganza. Waiting for her daughter and a friend who have promised to come help but they have been known to be derelict on their promises.

Turkey Day

It was a struggle to get the giblets out of the bird because, despite two days in the fridge, its guts were still frozen. But Bar finally did it and, covered with tinfoil, it went in the oven at 375 degrees at about 8:30 am. Mrs. Charm frequently had to struggle to get the turkey cooked. So problems with turkeys on their big day are no surprise.

UPDATE: Came out at 1 pm, foil removed and back in for browning for thirty minutes. Was splendid, or as splendid as turkey is. Not my favorite.

Bar’s daughter has Covid

No fancy infusion, nor Ivermectin. Just staying home from work and taking Metamucil. Has had the first two shots, but missed out on the booster. But she’s only 27. She does have heart trouble, which could turn bad. But we’re keeping an ear out for her via iPhone As well as her aunt, Bar’s sister, who is an RN. So far, she says, “it’s a bad case of the flu but I don’t feel like I’m dying.”

Clothes coming late

At least Woman Within was honest about it. Got an email from them today saying the clothes I ordered for Bar a week ago won’t be arriving before the middle of December. If then. Probably stuck in one of those containers on boats off the Port of Los Angeles. Who even knew L.A. had a port? You have to wonder why they would ignore Lyin’ Biden. But who doesn’t?

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