Throwing tinsel puffballs
This afternoon, I moved outside my comfort zone. That’s right; I left the house and went to someone else’s house, where I played games. Including donning a flasher on my nose and oversize shoe boxes on my feet. And throwing tinsel puffballs at strangers. I will recover, but I’ll require time and TLC. Just so you understand.
As for the dog, he’s wearing a bear bell on his collar and trying to move without moving. Funny and sad.
On to real life. It has come to my attention that Canada Post has decided to modify my address. On every package, there’s been a mysterious delay of two extra days, while “they” apply label corrections. That whole bit we had been told about not needing to know where we lived? Nonsense. Thankfully I’m a natural detective, and after reading the helpful comments of others, I realized there was something amiss in the process. Now corrected. Bring me my stuff!
My ongoing tribulation with rain and the basement window isn’t solved. Yet. Apparently I can purchase a can or two of spray foam and simply seal things to my satisfaction. Water can’t go where the magic yellow goo has already filled all available space. I’m looking forward to visiting the hardware store. Any hardware store; my neighbour assured me that the stuff is commonly available and I won’t need any special training before getting busy. And any extra can be cut free with a sharp blade. There you go; no need to measure whatsoever. Simply aim where I want to wreak havoc.
