Please do not deposit any unwanted babies into our mailbox. There’s a reason I opted for a hysterectomy almost five years ago and have yet to regret it.
I was working this morning from my bed, as I currently do M-F. I could hear Dad tromping in from the great outdoors, stop at the area RIGHT OUTSIDE OF MY ROOM AND PROCEED TO MAKE A CRAP TON OF NOISE.
…I couldn’t tell wtf he was doing and what he was messing with. I wasn’t even annoyed, surprisingly. My curiosity was piqued.
I opened my door to find a giant ass mailbox that I could almost fit both of my legs in. Yes, I tried to stand in it- this should not be the thing that surprises you about me.
Here’s why we now have this impromptu baby dropbox purchase: Dad was retrieving the mail this morning. Apparently, the box my son’s spray paint arrived in was crammed in superrrrrr tight and Dad proceeded to struggle with it.
He eventually won the great package battle, but in a fit of
rage much pissiness, he went to Orscheln’s (I have no idea how to spell this and currently cannot be bothered to look it up) and bought the monstrosity that now sits outside our house in hopes this will never be an issue again.
…when I order something huge, I’m going to cross my fingers the mailman goes ahead and puts it in the new mailbox and it gets stuck. Because I’d find it HILARIOUS. My father, probably not so much.
Anyway, I started playing Animal Crossing (Pocket Edition) again. AND IF YOU’D LIKE TO BE FRIENDS, MY ID= 9826 1203 764. I love it when other people water my plants; however, I DO NOT like it when other people water my real plants.
I have trust issues.
For those of you who don’t know what this game is, you pander to talking animals who give you supplies when you provide them what they ask you for. This includes gathering fruit, shell, fishing, collecting bugs, and what falls down from shaking trees when something is stuck in them.
Oh! The animals rotate every so many hours- there’s always something new when you log in.
Saturday morning was wonderful. No alarm. Drank a hot cup of tea in a quiet house (a rarity, I assure you). Afterwards, I decided to go do my usual rounding where I check the flowers, my plants, the baby fish in the pond and creek, andddddddddd bid the trees and insects a friendly hello.
Because I love nature and am a huge softy.
Fairly quickly, I found a blue jay feather and stuck it in my hair due to lack of pockets. That’s when I had my epiphany:
I HAVE BEEN PLAYING THE REAL LIFE VERSION OF ANIMAL CROSSING FOR THE PAST MONTH!
I have collected shells. A feather. Wildflowers. We’re gardening, too! Every time I go outside, there’s something new. Be it new wildlife (snake, bunny, fish, crane, or geese!), species of butterfly, a feather, blooms, a gigantic pile of dirt, or three saplings that suddenly popped up in the front yard by Sunday afternoon.
They were not there Sunday morning. Father Kenny decided to do some transplanting…PLACING ONE OF THEM RIGHT BY MY FLOWER BED.
I have no clue why he thought that was a great place for a tree of any size. It’s a conversation to delve into with him later. I’m curious to hear the train of thought on this one, though.
But here’s the conversation we’re going to jump into: this afternoon it hit me I’ve been using caffeine to self medicate. I mean, of all the things it could be, this is the lesser of all evils. Although, it’s been helping stimulate the local economy with my occasional purchases of Route 44 cherry vanilla Dt. Dr. Peppers.
Don’t judge me- I have to get through this somehow.
HOWEVER, it’s apparent I need to stick with the anti-depression medication plan. I may have to make an appointment for my anxiety meds in a few weeks, so I’d rather wait until then.
It’s currently manageable, but that doesn’t mean I couldn’t feel better- I’d certainly like to.
More posts to come.