Miss Rachel
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Trying to get through the day with just a little piece of happiness...

Wednesday, July 11, 2007
We are in the midst of another heat wave. Technically, it's over today, though, because it's not supposed to go up to 90 degrees, but it's still very humid and uncomfortable. And we still don't have an air conditioner. I imagine you are thinking, Miss Rachel and Sweetie don't seem to have many financial worries, why don't they just buy an air conditioner already? Well, we bought two last year, but they turned out to be more trouble than they were worth requiring all this assembly and drilling holes in the windows and such that we just returned them and used the old loud clunker that we found in the basement when we moved here. We can't do that anymore though because last fall when Sweetie was taking it out of the window, it fell outside and crashed to the ground. Fortunately, it didn't hit anything (or anyone!), but it was officially broken and now we're getting by with a fan.

I do want to get an air conditioner again though, and this time I will specifically check what kind of assembly it requires. I want one that you can take out of the box, put in the window and turn it on. And then wait for Trinka to appear and place herself on the bed to cool off. It was so cute how she used to do that. She'd hear me turn on the air conditioner and come running. Poor kitty, stuck upstairs all the time. I wish she'd come downstairs, and she could, especially when Blue is crated, but she won't. Oh well, I've mentioned this before, and we all know, you can't change a cat's mind.

In other news, I made up with my sister. To be honest, I was sick of holding a grudge and being mad at her. As much as what she said was hurtful and upsetting, I was over it and ready to move on. I still felt guilty about being rude to her when she called at work about my mom's illness so before I went up to Rockport last week, when I was on the phone with my mom, I asked to speak to my sister. I said I was sorry that I was mean to her on the phone when she called about my mom's illness, but that I had still been mad at her about what she said about the Self Challenge. And her response was acceptable and that was that. It's good to have that over with.

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posted by Miss Rachel 7/11/2007 09:12:00 AM
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