the last is always hardest

Not that this is my last post ever. In fact, who knows, maybe I will keep up this daily posting thing. We still don't have reliable Internet access though. They are supposed to call when it is ready. And it is still possible that the house may not be wired properly. And although we have the modem, we aren't supposed to plug it in and test it. The real kicker is though that we don't have an answering machine at the house. It really is like living on a whole other plane of existence.

Something else we don't have is garbage service. B's Mom talked to the neighbor, and so now we can use any extra space in their can on trash night. Is this bizarre, or what?

But really I can't complain. Well, I can, but I will try not to.

What I really wish is that I could figure out where this strange smell is coming from. It smells somehow water related, and has been in the house for years. I fear they may be mold somewhere. It can be overwhelming when you walk in, but then I guess we just get used to it. But then sometimes I will get a whiff, and it will drive me nuts. I have considered everything from having the drapes cleaned to renting a rug doctor. Of course first I need to vacuum with the monster vac. B runs and hides when it comes out from the Harry Potter closet (it's under the stairs and about big enough to hold a cot).

Meanwhile I am trying to get into the holiday spirit. We made our way over to Pasadena to pick up some blank greeting cards. I have a frequent buyer card with them, but didn't have it on me. The woman was like, the only person in here that has an address is in Chicago. Oops - another address I need to change. But at least she could look me up.


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