Tuesday 22nd –
Morning began with me cracking the coffee pot.
Never a good start to a day 😜
The coffee pot here is old so it doesn’t turn off by itself after a certain amount of time, so It had stayed on overnight.
I didn’t realize that when I ran cold water into the hot pot, thus making it emit a sharp crunching and crackling noise as I closed my eyes and hoped that it would stay in tact.
It was still together though lines played out over the glass, but water wasn’t pouring out of it!
When you’re an addict you do dumb things, like chance making a pot of coffee with the cracked pot anyways because you need the caffeine to start your day.
A few drips of coffee made it onto the burner but most made it into my cup 😏👌🏻
A new coffee pot will be ordered post-haste.
I went to pick up a few leaves from around the path to our cottage but since I lacked gloves, a rake or a good container to carry the leaves with, the task did not last long.
I admit I didn’t do a very thorough job of it, If I can get gloves I will finish the task properly.
Picking up composting leaves mixed with worms and who knows what else is not something bare hands should be forced to do.
I did find the first daffodil in the yard (in a random place, not in the garden) and it was a cute little baby size one all by itself so it needed picking 😉
Mail also needed to be checked and to my pleasant surprise I actually had a letter from home.
From Gramma to be exact 😊
I was going to make muffins to freeze in preparation for the parents but realized I had no eggs so that would be a task for another day.
I was also going to try and make a cake from a cake mix to test it for any future cake needs but again… no eggs.
I always want to bake when I have no ingredients.
I cooked up some pre seasoned chicken and leftover rice was turned into chicken fried rice (with cheese, as a good friend showed me that is a whole new way to enjoy rice).
I ate an early supper and left enough for Mike incase he needed food when he got back from the airport.
Mike got home around 7:00 pm and he came barring gifts 😁
Instant soup and noodles, honey and chocolate packs from the hotel along with the little shampoos/lotions 😋
Hungarian money… which is cool but I can’t use it.
(Who’s heard of giving a girl money she can’t spend?? 😂)
A classic Hungarian roll thing which he warmed up for me to try, which was good but not really much flavour.
I would eat it with syrup probably if I ate it again.
And last but not least coffee beans and a coffee cup, from Holland not Hungary though 😏
Because we had spent a certain amount of money at the grocery store, we got a little plant to grow.
Turns out we got the watermelon ‘seed’… there was literally only one in the little package.
I don’t garden, therefore I had waited for Mike to take charge of planting the little melon, which he did that evening.
I don’t know where it’ll go once it outgrows its little box but I believe we have around 4-5 weeks to decide 😜
Also needing deciding is a name for it.
I may not garden but I know your supposed to love and talk to your plants so I take the naming seriously 😏
While he planted our melon, I painted.
I was trying an actual piece of art, not just a postcard sized doodle.
It turned out semi alright but besides the Jemstory logo I am never pleased with the art that comes out on paper compared to the art that was in my head.
Though that is a typical artist syndrome I believe.
Wednesday 23rd –
Mail prepared to go out.
House chores done.
Dinner decided on.
I don’t consider myself someone who gets grossed out suuuuuper easily, though I’m not someone who can handle any type of morbid repulsive content either.
I guess that puts me in the normal person category for once? I don’t know 🙈
Anyways, my point is I may not be squeamish about some things but finding a tick burrowed on Fiji’s head is something that brought slight terror at the thought of me being the one having to remove it.
Mike gets disgusted fairly easily and can’t stand some of the movie scenes that don’t bother me at all etc. but removing a tick was something he approached calmly and without hesitation or repulsion.
So, though I was a little shocked that it didn’t disturb him, I was also very pleased that at least one of us could get the tick off Fiji.
He did ask that I hold Fiji still while he operated the tweezers and that alone was grossing me out😖😷
Not sure why but an insects buried head (in another animal) that needed pulling out with some force was making me queasy.
Thank goodness I’ve never had a tick on myself.
I know my Nanny ( moms mom) did not like ticks AT ALL and would take extreme precautions when disposing of them, perhaps my fear is linked back to her via family genes? 😆
Supper was store bought and seasoned ribs, fries, cucumber salad and a smoothie.
I ate the remaining chicken and rice as a late lunch so I didn’t eat any supper as I’m not a real big rib lover.
Mike said the ribs were alright but he didn’t like the smoothie… I had added peanut butter 😏
I started another painting.
I love the look of abstract landscapes or cities but I feel like whenever I attempt to create an abstract of my own I still get too detailed and it ends up looking like a kids painting since it’s messy but not messy enough.
I suppose I need to learn how to let go a little😬
Mike ordered a coffee pot 😉👌🏻
2 thoughts on “Terror The Size Of A Tick”
Ticks are just downright gross😖 You going to try the pot a second time and push your luck? I don’t imagine the new one is there yet, even if you brag about your quick delivery systems. You could make bush coffee. XO
Glad you agree! It dooooes run in the family 😋
I used the cracked pot four times since then and the new one came by noon today 😏😉