slow night

Tonight seemed slow-going. Joe dropped me off at the new house and went to pick up more drywall screws and our latest craigslist saver. We got 9 new-looking gold interior (3 or 4 of which lock) doorknobs for $35! That's a great deal, and we're missing several doorknobs (plus the ones we do have don't match).

I had to take down the clasps that held the blinds (the handyman told me to). Thanks to some unruly screws, it took some time and then didn't really look like I'd done anything when I had finished. I hate those types of things! I'm the type that when doing the dishes (don't laugh, Joe - sometimes I do them!), I do all the big pots and pans first to feel like I'm making headway and have momentum to finish the silverware. So starting with the clasps probably wasn't the best idea, but it needed to be done. Before Joe got back I also cut some of the drywall.

We decided we need to buy another extension cord tomorrow (we're borrowing the only one we have) because the rest of the night was frustrating since we both needed power tools but only one of us could have one. (Yes, English enthusiasts, the conjunction count for that sentence is three. That's what you get when I write late at night after a long day. Who am I kidding? That's what you get when I write online anytime: my blog, my grammar and spelling rules.) So I didn't get very much done except get more frustrated than I should have. But we did make some progress and tomorrow's a new day! Sorry, no pictures. I guess I could have taken one of the windows sans clasps - how impressed you'd be!

Bonus story: When I was little I like to gather bugs in cups, primarily June bugs and Roly Pollies. I even sneaked in some roly pollies (I don't know how to spell it, pronounced "Roll-ee Poll-ees") to my bedroom closet and gave them stuff to eat and drink. Surprisingly (at the time), they died or disappeared despite my continued efforts to leave them water-covered grass. Not long after that, someone came to visit us (an adult, I sadly do not remember who). They slept in our bed and my sister and I slept on opposite sides on the floor - me right in front of the closet. Right after they turned off the light, I heard the guest say "Good night, sleep tight, don't let the dead bugs bite!" Before that moment, I didn't know dead bugs could bite, but I did know of several dozen who might want to bite me if given the chance. And they were only a few feet away. It took a long, long time before I could fall asleep. I don't think that will be a problem tonight. Sleep well.

PS In case you've never heard the expression, it's "don't let the bed bugs bite."