It's taken the better part of the week, but I finally think I'm done cleaning up after bugapalooza2021. I have yet to go up to the third floor. I'm afraid I'll find more green bags. The third floor is all storage and the only time I've been up there in weeks was to change the smoke detector battery. But still, I need to go.
All week I've kept a laundry basket out on the patio. (There are also small "Giant-sized" bags of trash out there.) When I undress on a cleaning day I throw my clothes in there. I also threw the bag with Pat's bedding in there. And all the liners for my baskets. I don't know about your house but my hot water is not H-O-T. At least not scald your skin hot. That's what was needed today.
I walked back and forth to the laundry several times. This time I didn't go to the one in the little shopping center. I went to the one at the old car wash on Broadway near Hoffert. Interestingly they have no single loads. All the machines are giant loads starting with 30 pounds and ending with 50 pounds. I took my basket in and started ripping open plastic bags and throwing the wash in the laundry. When I opened Pat's bedding her pillow was there. That begs the question as to what did I throw out last week? I thought it was her pillow. Oops.
After everything was loaded and I put the soap and money in I took all the trash outside to the do-it-yourself car wash that remains. I didn't want it in the building. Even after a week outside in the blazing heat, you never know. Then I walked home, removed a load from my machine and reloaded it, then headed back to the laundry. I took a paper towel soaked with vinegar to clean out my laundry basket. I would have preferred alcohol but that would have been dry by the time I got there.
Then I loaded the dryer, set it to hot and realized I put the money in the wrong machine. This was an expensive load of laundry in more ways than one.
My last trip home I brought the car. Then while the wash was drying, I vacuumed out the car, again. This is the cleanest my car has been since I brought it home from the dealer!
I packed the basket into the clean car and drove home. When I passed it off to Pat for folding it was still Hot. With a capital H. Gotta give credit to the commercial machines. When I pull the clothes out of my dryer at home they aren't even warm when I get upstairs.
Tuesday my garbage man took two bags of trash, and the junk guys took the two chairs (the bug chair, and a chair I was hoping to have re-upholstered) and the rug, plus three more bags of trash including my yoga mat.
Saturday the bug guy comes again. This time we need to leave for 2.5 hours. He'll inspect everything again, but only apply chemicals where he sees activity. I hope the little bastards don't play possum. There are none in the traps that I can see. If he finds no activity he doesn't need to comeback.
Update: I bit the bullet and went to the third floor. No green bags. Happy dance.
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