Caged

Having spent the entire weekend indoors, decompressing from last week’s events, i.e., the grandsons, Cat Lady, I woke up thoroughly rested and ready to experience another week of life.

It’s not my nature to be a complete slouch, so I did manage some exercise time on the indoor bike, read the instructions and learned how to use the new electric coffeemaker.

Coffee tastes less bitter and the new kettle seems to be working out well except, forgetting that after percolating it goes into keep warm mode, I burned my hand ... twice, because warm equated to scalding hot.

Since I sprung for that drive cam, that now does not work (because I evidently did something wrong) and I can’t return because I didn’t keep the packaging or receipt, I’m holding onto the percolator’s box and receipt. Which is a good thing because I almost did something that would have warranted return.

I loaded the coffeemaker with grinds and plugged into the wall yesterday. It struck me as odd that I didn’t immediately hear it percolating, but I went on with my morning. THEN, a funny smell began to permeate the unit.

I couldn’t pinpoint the smell, kept asking myself, “What’s that smell?” and had a sudden realization of having forgotten to add water to the coffeemaker.

Fortunately, I caught my mistake before the kettle blew up or turned black inside but, had either occurred, I’d have returned as defective NOT as user error. LOL.

Ready to seize this day, I headed out, had this morning’s workout, came out once again not stiff/sore, so I popped into the market where I found Lysol Spray on the shelves ─ for the first time since this pandemic began (a sign things are getting better), no limit, but only three left. I took two, returned to the complex, unloaded groceries, headed down to the mailbox and found management had finally done something about the mailbox break-ins and attempted break-ins.

It’s a security gate and door ─ evidently installed over the weekend.

I seriously doubt management did this of their own accord, more likely the post office ─ tired of their equipment being damaged, told management to do something or they’d cease deliveries to this complex.

A note indicates, to get in, we use our “common area key”.

So, unless the culprit breaking into mailboxes is a resident who has a key, or someone who has access to the key because they live with a resident, we should be okay insofar as break-ins for a while.

I say “for a while” because, looking at the handle, it doesn’t look like much of a challenge for a seasoned criminal to unscrew or pry loose.

A cage is a novel approach to doing something, and it fits quite well with the animal print manicure I gave myself over the weekend.

I did my toes as well.

I’ll leave you with my unsolicited opinion of last night’s interview ─ Oprah with Harry and Megan, which is DAMN! But not surprising because it mirrors Princess Diana’s experiences ─ loneliness, lack of support, thoughts of suicide while being a part of the Royal Family, or shall I say The Firm, or The Institution, Organization ... anyway you say it, sounds like a business.

The Firm's track record is pretty dismal (Diana, Fergie, Megan) and dispels that fantasy of “Some day my prince will come” and “They lived happily ever after”. Inasmuch as I seriously doubt Harry and Megan will be allowed to go on with their lives without interference by the royals or the press, why Megan is bringing another child into this mess is beyond me.