Rush job

I'm on a timeline. Bonny and I are going to Costco. Oh, wait, we're not going til 10:30 so I've got more time than I thought. She's out of vodka... again. She never drinks before 5 but ALWAYS drinks after. I've never seen her drunk but she does go through the stuff. She buys the big bottles at Costco. Two at at time and has a special bag so no one will see her but two bottles. Then she always waits until late at night to put the empties in the trash room so no one will see her. This alcohol subterfuge cracks me up. She's 85. No one knows her at Costco. No one on this hall cares how much she drinks. But she's not convinced. So... off we go to procure her vice.

Oh the up side, she can't walk far (bad hip which she could get fixed but doesn't want to fuck with) so we get to use handicapped parking.

The Mariner game is at 1. My cleaner comes at 1:40. Happily, I can watch the game on my laptop in the elbow while she cleans.

I saw last night that my former neighbor who has been a TV reporter here for 30 years is retiring. She lived a few doors down from me in the condo for all of those 30 years. My only interaction with her, other than, 'hi!' when we passed in the hallway was during the first weeks of COVID. We passed in the hallway and she stopped me. She told me that she was going to be out and about regardless, every day, for her job and she figured I was not. "Let me give you my number. Then if there is anything you need, any day, just text me. I'll pick it up and bring it to you." That was it. So sweet and so kind. I sent her the first text last night urging her to enjoy the heck out of her retirement.

I took two giant bundles down to the clothes donation bin. One bag was that comforter. I love the look of it. I hate the sleep of it. So gone. I bought another one last spring at Goodwill, that I never tried. It's kind of weighted. I slept under it last night. Perfect. BUT butt ugly. It's gray. Just gray. So just now, I ordered a duvet cover for it.

Ok. Time to get dressed and get organized.

Rain out plus next to nothing

Stupid Detroit with their stupid roof-less stadium.

Jim across the hall offered to sell me his Tesla "for next to nothing". It's a smaller one and comes not only with a charger installed next to my parking space, but also free (to me) electricity. I do not know what "next to nothing" means but I suspect it means way less than I could get for my car. But, even putting the Elon Musk ness aside, I just don't trust the company. It's probably fine and I'd be fine owning it. And it's only 3 years old so far less likely to have a problem than my car. But insurance and stuff. And how often do I need extra room? Once or twice every year or so.

So. I told him I would think about it but I have and no.

Also no to the new air fryer. I wanted a bigger one and I went too big. The touch screen needs pounding as opposed to touching. You need massive arm muscles to get the damn drawer out and back in. Plus, it does not cook that well. Stuff that should be crisp is not that crisp. And the settings are way off. The frozen pizza setting burnt the sucker black but the bottom was soft. So back it goes. Sadly, I tossed the giant box. Now I have to find a new giant box.

I spent too much at Costco. But, they had my coffee on sale.

Housekeeping called this morning to say my house cleaner was not at work today. They offered a sub but I said nope. It's fine I pulled out the dirt devil and did the heavy lifting. Now I am waiting for the rain delayed Mariner game to un rain delay.