I'll start with the latter...catching up. Frankly, I don't think I will ever catch up, but I'd like to think I will. I've been home from the northern state for two weeks already, hoping to stay here until the end of June but am already
While I was still up north, I had a chat message from my son saying we had invaders beginning with "R" and ending with "odent" - cute, huh? - so I asked if mice or rats and where? He said they thought mice and in the garage and they could hear them in the attic crawl space. I suggested they get some traps and deal with it. When I arrived home, I took a flashlight and investigated a bit more closely. I keep my pantry overflow of canned and boxed goods, and potatoes, onions, apples out in the garage. The first thing I saw was a tiny little mouse-trap set with a tiny little piece of cheese sitting out in the open on a shelf. Then I saw the 'droppings'....um, that is NOT from a mouse, that IS from a rat, and the rat will laugh at that mousetrap. Keep in mind, I'm a country girl (or at least was) and my dear hubby and son are both entirely city boys even if hubs does like to be out in the wilds backpacking. He knows nothing about these things.
|This is a rat trap, not the mouse trap and it has been set for a week, no takers, and I'm not sure it's still set correctly. Notice the wrapper was chewed into - it was a granola-type bar.|
|The first bottle I noticed. I actually thought at first that maybe it had fallen onto the concrete floor and had been placed back on the shelf without it be realized it had split open. But obviously, those are teeth marks!|
|Rats are supposed to really like peanut butter. Notice the bottom of that water bottle, still in the case wrapping, chewed out and empty. Several are that way.|
|The bag of potatoes chewed into, and though it can't really be seen, they had eaten quite a bit of several potatoes.|
Research also said to hold off on cleanup until you're sure the rats are eliminated. So I've been holding off feeling really grossed out, though I bought the bleach, and hubs bought the face masks. I need new rubber gloves yet.
So the vertigo. Well now, isn't that fun? I've had brief bouts of this somewhat frequently in recent years, but usually only feel its effects when I lay down so it's never been a problem. A few days ago, out of the blue sitting in my office chair, the world started spinning if I tilted my head off center. It persists, but not horribly, though enough to make me feel like my brain is a bowl of Jell-o when I walk or try to drive. Sometimes its ok, other times not, and when I lie down, at times, the room spins like a pinwheel in the wind for about 30 seconds. Interestingly, before I came home, my brother Eugene had been at my dad's and he was suffering from it big time and is on about day 19 with very slow progress of getting better. He's glad he's in between job assignments. Since I feel a little wonky driving, and because Nick has a minimum day today, I let him take my car all on his own, but as he doesn't have a school parking permit, he'll have to park on the street about a block away.
I'm supposed to be preparing for a meeting with our financial dude tomorrow...I may not be as ready as I'd like, but it will have to suffice. We then have our tax appointment on the 16th,