the week from h-e-double toothpick

You know they old saying "what comes in two's comes in three's". This was my week. Bad karma was running amok!

So this post isn't about walking. It's about my really bad week. If you want to stop reading now, you may. Tomorrow there will be a cool (at least I hope so)  walk posted. All about veggies, public television and the civil war. Oh yeah, walking too.

Monday started with a downpour at the 10K. I came home wet and tire, parked in the garage and went about my life. Tuesday morning I couldn't find my keys anywhere. The house looks like someone broke in. Pat searched the trash. I broke the window to the garage, opened the door, and looked in the car, nothing. Finally, the car pool picked me up and I bummed  a ride to school. Weds morning I woke very early, and worked on my class. As soon as it became light, I needed to work on finding my keys.

Light arrive and the search begins again. I looked in the yard and the patio. I called Ford and found out it would take a tow, $150 and an hour to fix the problem. I returned to the car, this time with a flashlight, nothing. I contorted myself into various positions, and found 40 cents. I was about to give up and the flashlight glimmered on something. It was oval. I pulled. It was the keys. In a hole under the seat slider.

Wednesday afternoon UGI put a "safety inspection" notice on my house. We made an appointment for today. The line is fine, but it's rusty. They are going to send someone else out to check it. They might replace it. He leaves and comes back. Forgot to check your meter. He goes back down, reads the meter, and leaves. We go to Saylor's for meat. When we returned there was a message from UGI. Apparently the electronic reader outside does not match the one inside. Swell. I needed to call for an appointment to reprogram it.

Did I mention that the battery light has been on in the car all week? The battery is 6 months old.

Yikes, what else can happen?

Tuesday night Sharon was sleeping in the living room, and I worked my third job of the day in the kitchen. I heard scratching. It creeped me out. I went upstairs to work.

Today we were wrapping the meat to put in the freezer and I opened the drawer with the small knives and gizmos. MOUSE SHIT. It wasn't there Wednesday.

My friend Tracy, who's an animal rights activist, suggests humane traps. I prefer the 59 cent ones, but don't like to look at dead animals. And my brother Henry, who set and tended the traps is dead. So I had to buy the no-see ones. So tonight I went to Home Depot and bought Decon and the covered traps, as well as window stuff. They did have the humane traps. I didn't buy them. They are rodents for Pete's sake.

Saturday, after walking, maybe I can get the scoobies to help me with battle mice.