Ugh - July 24, 2025

Ugh.

I am so sick of the news.  Of the shenanigans.  

So I'll just blog.

It's not my normal time of day to write - my brain is usually toast by this time - but little has been normal about the last two days.

Yesterday, I started the day with a knock on the head.  Seriously.  I was crawling around on the floor near an ironing board on which sat a recently-used iron.  Thank goodness it had cooled off some or I would've sustained burns in addition to a cut (and eventually a knot), for I bumped into the ironing board and knocked the iron off on my head.  It was the start to an altogether pissy day spent unsuccessfully trying to get my Social Security benefits started.  

Today, The Husband is off work - off for the rest of the week and next week, in fact.  We've been in, "I don't know...where do YOU want to go?" mode for the past few days.  I thought we were going to hit the road to Muscle Shoals today, where we'd like to tour some recording studios and listen to music at W.C. Handy week for the next couple of days.  But we had things to do around here.  We took Nanny's van to the shop to have the brakes inspected.  Went to the hardware store.  Forgot half of what we were going for.

One of the things we wanted was something to seal the concrete birdbath.  Water leaks out of it, dripping slowly off the bottom of the rim. I'm convinced the birdbath is soaking up the water until it can't hold any more, then starts dripping.  We want to seal the outside and bottom.  A can of FlexSeal cost almost $20 at the hardware store.   I knew there was a can of it in a cabinet on the porch, so I didn't get it at the store on the chance that what was in the cabinet was still usable.  Nope, it was dried up.  

We forgot to get lawnmower blades, so when I took The Husband back to the repair shop to pick up the van, he went to the hardware store for the blades.  They didn't have them, and he forgot to get the FlexSeal.  So the birds will have to keep using the farm pond until I get this figured out.