Had tea. Greeted husband. Read “Ladybug Girl” to daughter.
Folded load of laundry.
Talked to mother.
Stripped bed in our room.
Read “Ladybug Girl” to MJ while seated on the floor.
Observed that her black leggings were now covered in disgusting amounts of dog hair and dust. Jesus. I just vacuumed a few days ago.
Decided our house sits in a “dust vortex”. I am helpless to change it. Instead I will throw out black leggings.
Took MJ and Mina to the park. Threw ball. Read “Ladybug Girl.” Wished MJ would forget book and play with others. No dice.
Walked home. Hot. Panted and groaned.
Watered garden with MJ. Contemplated scraggly “patch” by mailbox. Looks like the horticultural equivalent of a crack den. Sighed.
Put in another load of laundry. Hung wet clothes on line. Didn’t all fit.
Put rest in dryer. So much for saved energy.
Read “Ladybug Girl.” Put MJ down for nap.
Payed hefty Amex bill. Wondered who kept Home Depot and Lowes afloat before we came along.
Called broker about earthquake insurance. Weighed whether the State of California or a private company I’ve never heard of is more likely to go bankrupt in the event of a major catastrophe. Went with obscure company.
Put in another load of laundry.
Went to get laundry on line. All items dry, but stiff as cloth corpses. Why?
Put clothes in the dryer to soften.
Typed up agenda for Mom’s club board meeting.
Vacuumed utility room. The vacuum is already in there. This satisfies me.
Brought vacuum into master bedroom. Bemoaned having to “lug” it.
Plugged in vacuum and promptly knocked over my reading lamp with the cord.
Dodged flying pieces from smashed bulb.
Vacuumed doghair, dust, and bulb glass, all the while shaking my head and muttering “unbelievable.”
Threw away lamp in a rage.
Woke up MJ.
Drove to board meeting. Was inept.
Made elaborate stirfry for dinner. Guilt over too much pasta lately somewhat assuaged. Read “Ladybug Girl” while MJ ate.
Started bedtime routine. Mike came home early. Immediately bailed on him. No “Ladybug Girl!” Whoo!
Did dishes. Caused minor flood. Cursed the useless artifact that is our dishwasher.
Searched for a new book to read. Remembered that I have no light to read by.