Wednesday, June 20, 2007

Chirping with the Birdies

For the second morning in a row I am wide awake at 3am.

I have so much on my mind that I suppose a four to five hours sleep is okay as long as supplemented with a nap now and then. I have chosen to wear the mantle of worry not only during my waking hours but allowing it to slip into my slumber time. I naturally am worrying about money and being jobless. I am worried about the amount of boxes that lie in wait for me to open and spill their guts everywhere not certain where anything should go.

I worry about spending our small windfall of refunded closing costs on frivolous things because I have a hard time talking about financial matters with the now sole breadwinner.

His frivolous things. My wants are much more important such as hiring my brother, who has been doing this type of thing for over thirty years, to create bookshelves for the enormous front room. I am determined to not have my books confined to another storage building or the garage. He is not cheap. But I think I will get a family discount.

We need additional furniture. Actually I have been having a great time reading and looking through Architectural Digest and similar publications to broaden my ideas regarding decorating a home. The trend towards outdoor living space is intriguing! I mentioned to Joe that I was considering planting some trees (we have no shade in the back yard) and was met with....lets say, the reason I am not sleeping in a normal pattern is because it is times like these that you realize how polarized two people can be.

The house makes strange noises. I was awakened by some distinct roaring coming from the furnace and water heater closet. And their is a third large water containing looking thingie in there. It was the cause of the roaring. I have no idea what it is??

The garbage is supposedly collected in the morning, and needless to say, we have a mountain of garbage! No one has their garbage at the curb as of last night!! I am on garbage alert this morning. Me and the birdies.

I'll end out dragging it all to the edge of the driveway as soon as the light of day breaks and I can see the morning landscape of the neighborhood. Perhaps it is just less garbage attentive than what we are accustomed to. I do have a grass clipping problem here that has yet to be resolved. It will not be collected in plastic bags. I searched several Walmarts (the store I love to hate and hate to love)for paper recyclable bags...they don't have them.

"How do you get rid of your grass clippings in J-ville?" (I am the only person in the world who calls it J-ville).

"I live in Sellersberg."

I turned to the lady who had unsuspectingly rolled her cart towards the check out counter in lawn and garden, "Pardon me, but how do you rid yourself of your grass clippings?"

"I live in Floyds Knob." (damn it!!) "But when I lived in Jeffersonville, I had a compost behind the garage." (damn it!)

I'm going to have to dump all the bags of yard refuse into several cardboard boxes for the collection guys.

No wonder I can't sleep.

The house makes funny noises.

5 comments:

myrdog said...

YOU CAN PUT THE GRASS CLIPPINGS AROUND YOUR FLOWERS OR THOSE TREES YOU'RE GOING TO PLANT FOR MULCH, JUST DON'T PUT IT TO THICK. PILE THE REST UP AND LEAVE THEM TO USE LATER FOR COMPOST.

ksquester said...

I lived in New Albany for many years and my best friend still does. I know the area you speak of. Yes Mary, we have a lot in common.  I will make my trip to Ky. (and New Albany) this summer. I haven't been back for years.  Welcome to "the Sunny Side of L-ville"  What prompted the move?   Anne

hewasolddog299 said...

I suspect the third item in the utilities closet is either a pressure tank (if you have a well, rather than city water), a water softener system, or a hot water storage tank (if you house has hydronic heating).

Grass clippings into cardboard boxes. That's a novel approach. At least most cardboard boxes will break down...

sunnyside46 said...

the grass clippings will make great fertilizer for the trees.
Marti

randlprysock said...

Where are you again?  I know you said before and I read so many journals I can't keep everyone straight, plus I'm a mom so I am allowed to be forgetful as ever LOL.  I think my husband has something on the mower that just grinds them like to nothing.  But now I'm not really sure.  Hugs,
Lisa