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After getting to bed a little after 2 this morning, and being awake again at 7 and 8:30… and staying up at 8:30…

I decided that I should not do the Saskatoon this afternoon thing.

sigh

I’d probably be comatose with a whiplash headache before we even got out of Prince Albert.

So, instead of heading out the door right about now, I’m staying home and finishing up the leaving prep; It’s almost done, but in my sleep deprived state it takes a bit longer to do everything… although the current bout of dizziness might have as much to do with the potato chips and dip I ate in lieu of lunch an hour ago…

Stupid me.

Anyway;

Plan B is staying home and having supper with the boys and playing a board game if I’m still conscious… and going to bed uber early.

That’s too bad.

But sometimes you just have to be the parent and make the hard decisions…

I’m working on it. And making progress!

Yesterday I did some running around after the Doctor’s appointment, and this morning I did the same after a visit with my friendly, neighbourhood Chiropractor.

I’ve been sewing, and shopping.

I’ve got to remember to pay the bills today…

I think I’ll be ready to go. I’m aiming to be mostly packed by tomorrow afternoon so I can enjoy a girls’ night out in Saskatoon. We’re taking our small group on the road. Should be fun. Especially if I’m mostly ready to go!

Only one more top to sew up, and a new robe to assemble… although, if push comes to shove I’ll work on my bras first. I can always take my old robe. I’d like to move all my bras’ straps over so they’re not constantly slipping off my shoulders. And there are a couple of old ones that would be wearable if I repaired the holes where the wires are trying to escape.

So, it’s looking good.

And why, you ask, am I wasting time here, at the computer…

Good question.

I have no answer for that.

Guess I should just get going then…

Having only gone to get my Metformin prescription renewed before I go away and run out…

She turned to the computer and pulled up my last blood test results.

Everything was good.

Well, everything except that hormone…

Not the thyroid- that’s still good.

Not the insulin- that’s still holding it’s own with the meds.

The other one.

The (female) hormone…

<110 is considered “menopausal”, she says.

I only scored 83.

So she’s given me a low dose birth control pill to help ease me into the Big M.

I suggested she just take it out… she thought I was joking…

During our “estrogen” discussion I was struck with a sudden inspiration.

Hey! (I said) That might help with…  that thing…  when you can’t sleep at night… you know…  what’s it called?…

She suggested “insomnia”

YES! That!

And (I added hopefully) maybe memory too…

When the boys went away, Micah came home to an unplugged alarm clock.

Thomas did the same thing again 2 weeks ago- (leaving his alarm set,) but Thomas sleeps in the basement bedroom, and his alarm was mistakenly set for pm instead of am, so it has been easily ignored.

Whenever this has happened, (and it seems to happen regularly…) Randall and I have been equally irritated.

So, you can imagine my initial surprise and subsequent annoyance when, 45 minutes ahead of my alarm this morning, there was a fairly loud blast of music from the absent husband’s side of the bed.

I am SO giving him the gears about this when next we speak…

He’s just lucky that his first morning away was Sunday, and not a sleep in Saturday.

Although, being awakened by a rogue alarm only 45 minutes ahead of the real alarm is harsh. It’s just that much too early to appreciate being awake, and it’s just that much too late to justify going back to sleep- even IF you know which buttons to press to disable it.

Which reminds me that I was going to look for the instructions to make sure I HAVE turned it off… I tried… and I made the music stop, but it could just be that I turned the volume off… and I may also have  reset the alarm by 2 minutes- there’s a tiny “7:32″ in one corner where there was a “7:30″… I’m not 100% sure…

I suppose, on the positive side, I might get a good start on the several sewing projects I have in mind for this week before I fly away…

But really.

Stupid alarm.

So Randall will overnight in Saskatoon so he’s there for the early morning flight;

And then he’ll be in Chicago.

I mostly can’t believe that it’s already almost the end of July.

The summer’s almost half over.

Weird.

Weird, too, to have him gone. Still down to three, but this week we’ve exchanged Randall for Thomas, who’s just barely back from 2 weeks at camp.

Ah, yes.

A week now for me to get ready to join him in Chicago… shouldn’t take much, though; I only have to pack for 5 days.

Looking forward to that.

Yup… and… that’s it for now then.

I can appreciate that, on your way to the workbench, you get knocked on the head by the little clothes-drying-clippy thing that I have hanging from that plastic hanger, which in turn hangs from the metal brace on the ceiling of the laundry room…

And I can totally understand if you need to lift the clothes-drying-clippy hanging thing off the hanger it hangs on to move it up and out of your way…

But PLEASE.

PUT. IT. BACK.

I know it’s nothing for all you 6 feet (and nearly 6 ft)  tall people to casually reach up your hand to raise the clothes-drying-clippy-hanging thing…

But if you could have observed my frustrated stretching this morning, and heard my joints and sinews cracking and creaking as I tried to get it back down to where I could reach the little clippy things…

Well,

I can but hope that first you would have been moved by compassion to get it down for me, and second you would have been struck with remorse and determined to put it back the next time you so carelessly flung it out of your forehead bumping way.

sigh

…A Penchant For High Healed Heeled Shoes

Heeled.

(Spelling corrected. My point still stands. )

What a good Minister’s Wife should not have.

And I suppose I’ve just triggered the “Parental Control Block” by writing the “S” word…

2 years and a bit ago I wrote a Father’s Day post for my Dad, Larry Hedman…

Today one of the other Larry Hedmans left a comment!

How cool is that!

Welcome to lauralea.ca all you Larry Hedmans out there!

And Megans… and Connies… and Tarahs…

Drop by anytime! Let’s be friends.

: )

There was a serious looking envelope in the mailbox from SaskEnergy this morning.

I immediately started to calculate when I’d last paid the bill… but they were only concerned that we hadn’t had a actual meter reading for more than 3 months.

They gave me 3 options for getting the information to them, so I chose to sign up to sign in… and have access to my account information online.

I think I also checked the box for having an e-bill sent out instead of paper…

Anyway,

I diligently trundled off to the laundry room, wrote down the numbers on the meter, then went back 3 times to double check when I found I had merely to make the magic dials on the website match the ones on my meter.

After I hit “submit reading”, however, there was a mini problem…

Apparently there is a significant difference with the numbers I submitted, compared to what they think the numbers should actually be…

It seems to me that this happened the last time 2 of our children left home and we had a really low water meter reading… or gas… whichever meter box is outside by the back door… They read the meter at the end of September, after a month of being down to 2 children… and after phoning to see if we’d been away for a month promptly changed the meter, thinking the meter must obviously be giving faulty readings.

I forgot to tell them that we’d cut our household by 33.33*%…

I must remember these lifestyle changes when the SaskEnergy people phone… or come ’round…

Now.

What HAVE we been doing differently…

Thomas has been away for 2 weeks, which means 1 less computer sucking energy… it also means he hasn’t been here to forget to turn bedroom, bathroom and basement lights off.

I’ve been hanging the majority of the laundry on the line to dry, so that major energy sucker’s been having a rest.

It’s been cool enough to not have the window air conditioner on but for maybe 2 half days, although the dehumidifier has been running quite steadily.

And… we’ve been a family of 3 for most of the summer- and will continue to be for another week or so more. I don’t think all 4 of us will be home together again until nearly the first of August. And then we still have 3 weeks before Hillary’s home for a week…

So.

Don’t forget to communicate these things to the Energy people.

Lest they rip apart the basement to exchange the meter there too.

It might be better to leave some things unfinished

So that at the end of the day

When the Husband comes home for supper

There is evidence of the 3 loads of laundry, and bread and cake baking  you did.

In the interest of notable productivity, it might not do to be quite so efficient…