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Affrayed

“Be not affrayed,” said the Angel, “and don’t get into fights.”

“So why do you have a sword?” said the little girl.

“Well,” said the Angel, hiding the sword behind their back, “people are affrayed and tend to behave when they see it.”

For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: affray.

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Unclean

Housework is a slightly sensitive word for me today.

Sol Duc and I moved two days ago, from the Hilton Home2 Go (NOT recommended if you are long term and want to cook) to a furnished house.

Wonderful, right? Except the stove was all splattered with grease inside, the microwave grease and a dirty paper towel and the refrigerator was all fingerprints. Ick.

I called the rental person and he showed up with cleaning gear and did a cursory clean. I did the fridge. Then I started thinking. The only cleaning equipment I brought was new sponges, so I started washing out drawers and they are ALL dusty. This place was NOT cleaned. And the photograph is the grill in back: filthy AND there is no cleaning equipment. The two tables are built for someone taller than me, so I looked at a plastic table in the garage to use for a desk. There is a card table of cork in the garage. And behind the card table is mouse poop and a dead mouse. I return the card table and get out of there.

Now I am grossed out and annoyed. I contact my temp company and the rental person. “Has poison been used in the garage?” I ask, for Sol Duc’s sake. “And what about the yard?”

“No, no, no spraying. There has never been any evidence of pests there.”

“Well, there is evidence now.”

Right after our conversation, the Round Up truck arrives to spray weeds. Um, no. So I contact my temp company. The rental guy sets up a service to come clean. “Garage too, and I want everything pulled out from the walls.” Ok, there are cardboard boxes and stuff that belongs to the owners in the garage. Mouse heaven, honestly. And my impression is that this rental person is NOT going to tell the owners about the mice. I don’t trust him a bit now, so I only want them to clean when I am present, which means Wednesday at 6 pm. And there is no way they’ll finish the garage that night unless they are cursory. I want the floors and bathrooms cleaned. I have already done shelves and drawers. The stove racks aren’t clean.

I am NOT cleaning that grill. I am also NOT buying grill cleaning equipment. It is hella annoying.

I’ve always left places AT LEAST as clean as I found them. I think this rental person is not truthful. He said it’s the owner who has the weed spraying service, but then he should have said, “I don’t think so.” So there could well be rodent poison in the garage, he has no idea and won’t check.

Ick. Some people are really icky.

For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: housework.

Yeah, I am thinking of the scene in the second half of the song. Yep.

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Moving

Sol Duc and I moved yesterday. The place we were in was billed as having a kitchen. It has a refrigerator, dishwasher, sink and microwave. NO STOVE! AUGH! I could check out a hot plate with one frying pan. I would describe this as a fast food kitchen. Ugh. I like to COOK. I also found a nice farm stand and bought a bunch of vegetables. The farmer said, “Thank your parents for raising you right with vegetables.” Heh. I will go back.

We are now in a small house, at the western edge of Grand Junction, with two bedrooms! Now my daughter can visit again. Sol Duc worried about the ceiling fans and hid under the bed for most of the day. This morning the fans are off and she is exploring. We have a fenced yard, though she won’t go out without harness, leash and me. We are in the southwestern corner of the development and there is another development across the street. It only has three houses, so we have lots of area to wander around. This am we are out at 5 am and can hear roosters from the farm kitty corner to us. And cows. We have a fabulous view of the mesas to the south and west and we are no longer surrounded by parking lot and highways. The local Coloradans seem to really love their pickups and especially loud ones. The valley acts like a bowl and highway sound travels a long way.

We both miss Elwha. Sol Duc was fairly panicked when I loaded the car and put her in the crate. I think she was afraid we were going to drive for three days again. She likes the house though and came out to purr last night. This morning she is exploring. I am keeping the second bedroom closed since my daughter doesn’t do very well with fur.

We still hope that Elwha turns up. Come back, Elwha!

I will go finish checking out today. I had to have Sol Duc out of the room we were in twice a week for an hour, so that they could come in to clean. That was fairly stressful for both of us. The instructions they gave us were confusing and it was eight days before they explained the rules. Which did not match the written rules. Anyhow, I am OUT OF THERE. Some of the staff were really nice. Others, well.

I had more stuff to move than when I arrived, all food. The new place is great though built for tall people. I am not tall. I am now on the lookout for a desk, because all the chair/table heights are wrong for me. I will ask the rental folks first.

My Ex and I used to dance to Saffire, way back in Richmond when I was in medical school. Fabulous and here is a song about rising.

For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: rise.

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There’s a boat here somewhere

Two of the ferries, that cross Puget Sound from Port Townsend to Whidby Island, are in this photograph from January. But it’s the sky that distracts. The ferries and the dock look small in the sound and the sky.

I do miss the Salish Sea!

For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: boat.

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Cool

I am still wearing sweaters to work.

It is high desert here. One morning it was really pretty cold when I walked Sol Duc in her harness. Really she walks me. Cats are like that. But I wished for mittens. The temperature was 38. The last few days the low is in the high 40s or low 50s. Two days ago it was 90 driving home from work.

The consequence is air conditioning. I do not have air conditioning on the Olympic Peninsula. My house is from 1930 and well designed to stay cool in the summer and we rarely hit 90 anyhow. Two summers ago my heat pump switched to cooling when we had one hot week, startling me. We did hit 100 one day in Port Townsend, but it still dropped thirty degrees at night because of the cool Salish Sea surrounding us. My patients would complain of the awful heat when we got to 80 degrees. It’s all relative, right?

Here in Grand Junction, we are just starting to heat up. The hottest time appears to be around 4 or 5 pm.

I was cold at work all day two days ago. I wore a linen shirt over another shirt and it was not enough. I went outside at lunch and heated up nicely in the sun. Yesterday I took a wool jacket with me. Air conditioning is very strange.

This morning it is 51 now and projected to reach 85. The high desert temperature change of 30 to 40 degrees is not that different from home, but the air conditioning is different.

For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: ambivalent.