Flying Monkeys

Something is happening to my posts here, big spaces, hard on the eyes. Messy. Absolutely nothing humourous has happened of late. Besides stepping on toy screaming monkeys in the middle of the night, I am at a loss. Mabel & Bessy (The Sister Fats) are still dragging them around, and if they are flung, or stepped on, they make a howler monkey sound. If I am found in a heap, dead on the floor, people will know that I have had a heart attack caused by stuffed elasticized primates. Okay, my computer issues are not gone, but I am sort of working. I had to get netscape, can't use internet explorer, or firefox. I have a dll file missing and it's the wininet one. I have attempted to drop it into my system 32 file about 30 times today, no avail. So I still can't really post my stuff onEbay, because if something else goes wrong, I really don't want to be NARU'D. I keep telling myself patience is a virtue. The snow and blow has impeded attempts for a power walk tonight with my power walking buddy. Wookie didn't even like going outside for a piddle. I have a "to do" list about 500 items long, but after raking the one tenants roof and getting up on a ladder to throw nylons with rock salt into the ice dam areas, I am pooped.( YES NYLONS WITH ROCK SALT WORK FOR ICE DAMS-just fill them up (wear gloves), make them look like really long sausages, don't use flesh coloured nylons though, it can look a bit, well. . . pornographic). I also shovelled the blob of snow left by the plow, and have brought in fire wood four times today. Keeping the tempwood going is of prime concern with this frigid weather. -30 wind chills are in the forecast. I keep the gas on at 67-68 during the day (about 17) and at night I have been turning it down to below 15. As I write I am wearing long johns, my uberboots, down jacket and a toque. I am temperately challenged though. Rental Thoughts I think I am going to have to be more assertive with people, and not get sucked in to sad stories. I understand hard luck, I really empathize, and it will be difficult becoming a hard ass. My husband and I have both individually and together had large doses of bad luck. Sometimes though,you don't realize the opportunities or breaks given to you. The world does not owe you. You are the master of your own fate. I remember, years ago, when I was about 18, without money (student), unable to pay rent (I lost it) (first and only time). I asked my landlord if I could do anything in lieu of rent to make up for it. The landlord gave me a break, I was thankful, I did not feel entitled. I painted the whole apartment white. The apartment had 12 foot ceilings, and had been painted deep forest green, and I had no primer, had to patch walls etc... I worked my ass off, and felt so thankful to the landlord, I will never forget her generosity. Adam saw a UFO last night on his travels home. I will try to post the picture tomorrow of him telling me about it. My camera is touch and go now too, the usb cable is stripped.