Headache and Bows…

 

I have half of my project “done” and started the website part for it. I really need to return the library books. Sure, I have until the 15th next month, but I just don’t like having them laying around waiting for something to happen to them. I still have books I need to find, but I have a decent amount of the information I was looking for, so I am easing down some.

This passed week my mom had me do extra chores, so that was weighing down my memory. I usually have to do such tasks as soon as I possibly can, lest I forget. Well, some were things I could not do until a certain day, so… yeah.

She also had me help out on something she wishes to give those she works with before they leave. I had twenty five pages of thick paper to hole punch twice with a puncher that hurt my hand every time I tried to press it down. Blah. Then for each one I laced a ribbon through the holes and tied a bow. I find it interesting how my mother has me do this stuff for her when they are her clients.

There was also the cat flea preventive thing to keep in mind. There were only three packets left, and we have five cats. Thus I worked on remembering what cats needed it and that they still needed it. I forgot my cat last time because on the day I put the treatment on the cats, I lost his packet, thus never thought to treat him the next day.

My brother sold his truck and got himself a new car. Gas prices these days, you know. It reminds me of my sister, mom and grandma all at once. The style makes me think of my sister. The color makes me think of my mom’s nails. The color also makes me think of my grandmother’s old car. What can be said? I associate him with a truck. He’s been driving one since I was in middle school.

My dad came down yesterday, so I got my groceries then. My eldest brother and sister came down today just a while ago. My dad came in earlier when I was in bed due to a headache. He got on to me about getting up this time around to see my (eldest) brother. Bah.

Um… in future reference, I see the psychiatrist on the thirteenth this month and some other doctor next month, I think. Some point in November relatives I saw maybe once in my life will be visiting. Joy.