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2024-09-06 - 12:57 p.m.
Yesterday I was walking in to the kitchen at the restaurant and although I'm hard of hearing, I've not been wearing my hearing aids for various reasons. One reason being that I can't find the left aid I'm pretty sure the raccoons stole it. I've been fastidious with those aids but one night after a bunch of double shifts and general insanity, I threw them out of my ears when I got home and into a basket of clothes that needed to be put away. I was so tired that night that I didn't close the cat door because I had no energy to gather the cats. I slept in my work clothes that night. And, of course, the raccoons infiltrated. They took a brand new, unopened, container of oatmeal and a bunch of other things, like shoes and a shirt I found in the middle of my yard. And a dustpan. Anyway. I can't hear and I'm kind of ok with it now. I can tune out a lot. But I was walking in to the kitchen and what I can hear, always, despite my deafness is, "Don't tell Whisper...". I hear the don't tell Whispers because I'm tuned in to knowing it's animal related even if I can't hear other things, I'm gonna hear it when there is an animal involved. In this case, I chose to walk away like I hadn't heard the don't tell Whisper. My car is full of mouse traps I've stolen from the restaurant and a couple weeks ago I had to pry a still live mouse off a glue trap and bathe it and kept it in a cage for a couple days in the garage and released it. I'm in a constant fight with this restaurant to let me put live traps in. I KNOW you can't have mice running around your restaurant. But they will not let me get live traps. They say it's a health code violation. Which I think is absolutely wrong. I don't know how having a dead mouse with its neck snapped in front of your cooler for an entire day (that's when *I* snapped and started stealing the mouse traps) is better for health code than having a live mouse in a live trap that someone (me) will take far away and release. Or having poor mice desperately trying to get off a glue trap. It's been torture for me and the mice. I can't take it. So when I heard the don't tell Whisper, I had to make a choice of whether I was going to torture myself further or take a mental health day. And I took the mental health day. I have sick cats and a lot to deal with right now. I am so sorry, mice, I just can't, at least this week, focus on you. Chris and I are going to a casino on Monday and staying the night in the hotel. I don't care about the casino part. I'm going in the pool for most of the time, it's open until 11pm.. And we get casino issued "luxury" robes. I'm just going to swim and don my robe and laze about like I need to. Yeah, I might play blackjack or some slots. I've only been to a casino twice in my life, once was an actual casino trip with my friend, Suzanne. I won 20 bucks. And the other was picking up one of our Spanish friends in Canada and that's a whole other story that's documented way back in my Diaryland archives. But really, I just want to swim and lounge about in my hotel robe so there might not be any actual casino-ing happening. |
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