Right now my world seems
to be revolving around three or four items. Engaging a cleaning
person for my apartment, making a decision whether or not to dive
into the whole world of demand entertainment i.e. streaming and the
joyous exercise of clandestinely removing snow for my apartment mates
vehicles.
I thought I'd solved my
cleaning lady problem and I may have. Just that the cleaner I engaged
is maybe more people than I had anticipated. This is kind of unfair
but it's sort of a gut feeling I am getting. Gail advised me this
morning that she was on the mend but she was still hacking and
occasionally coughing up blood but felt she could make it on
Wednesday.. I of course further excused her advising her to come only
when she felt like she could and feels up to doing the work. Space I
have not even shared with her I have other folks who might be
interested in securing her work as well. Seriously, I want her to be
totally healthy when she does her cleaning job because even at $15 an
hour (and that's a deal) I don't want to get questionable work. I
know better though she's better than that.
Russian Doll
Sounds like a terribly interesting series on Netflix. This series is
about a woman who continually dies. I don't know if The main
character dies multiple times a episode or each episode is one
death/rebirth or however it works sort of like in Groundhog
Day, for Bill Murray lives one
day 10,000 times Or until he transforms himself into something the
universe wants. I don't know why but the concept just intrigues me.
My big sucker for time travel, movies about reincarnation multiple
lives that kind of stuff. I'm intrigued by watching a scene that's
filled over and over again to see what changes in the background with
each shooting. There are little changes if you pay attention to
minute things that makes my viewing a bit more interesting. Russian
doll Is produced by Netflix
which means I would probably have to order Netflix to enjoy the
series. One of my best friends, Lori, is encouraging me to take the
plunge and I spent this afternoon visiting with my daughter as she
was driving back home from some sort of business meeting in or gone,
who is really encouraged me to take the plunge. We covered quite a
bit of theatrical territory during her drive home. I even spent time
visiting with my son, Mark Anthony who actually has Netflix. I was
kind of feeling him out about tagging onto one of their passes or
whatever Netflix offers people who can watch on one subscription.
Seems like they're using all of theirs. I guess for $12 a month it
might be worth it and if I really want to be cheap I could use the
“free month” option and quit after I'd watched all of the Russian
Doll season one. So many options
so much stress.
I
could write the stress out however and get some exercise in by even
removing more snow off of vehicles. It snowed again last night a lot
more than anticipated that it would. However by morning the storm and
moved on but vehicles in the back parking lot were covered in snow.
I'm always amazed at how many seniors are driving in this facility. I
attacked Clarice's vehicle again. I use the device by brother had
made for me which work better than even the snow shovel that I had
used last week. This time however I did not stop at Clarice is going
on to Beverly's and a couple other vehicles I did know who they
belong to. This kind of pathetic however I could only reach so far
and I couldn't get to the window on the other side because the
vehicles are either part too close together or had piles of snow so
high on the passenger side I couldn't get my chair in close enough to
remove more snow. However, I realize that if I could get the snow off
the window to the point where the glass was exposed the radiant
energy would do the rest and quickly. I must've done for five cars
today and boy do I feel good… Is that corny? Now, I'm almost
depressed that there is no more snow tomorrow and probably for the
rest of the week not like we've had the last couple of days. Maybe I
can go underground until next year when the storms begin again…
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