The rain has finally stopped for a day and we’ve got a nice, bright, sunshiny day here in Coventry. Eddie is complaining about how I won’t kiss him because his mouth smells like tuna from his lunch. Chaucer is sleeping somewhere, and Pickle is in her cage, curled up into a little cinnamon-bun shaped ball of fur. Everything is unpacked, and I’ve been slowly going through my crafting pile to get rid of things that I don’t need or won’t ever use.

We’re getting used to living here; it’s a quiet neighborhood, and the only excitement we’ve had lately is a squirrel falling from the roof, hitting our A/C, and landing in our wind chimes. And I slept through that. Even the loud motorcycles across the street have left I’ve started crocheting a bit again, this time an afghan for us, mostly while Eddie and I make our way through the 1st season of X-Files on DVD.

Last week was busy at work. I was the beginning of the month, meaning that we were filling pretty much nothing but heart meds and birth control, with the occasional pain killers thrown in here and there. The company is running a promotion right now where people can get up to $120 in gift cards if they transfer their meds from another pharmacy to us, so we’re stuck between a rock and a hard place at times. On one hand, we’re getting it drilled into our heads that they lost a lot of business during the merge/takeover last year, so they want all the business that they can get. On the other hand, this type of promotion attracts more of the type of people that no pharmacy wants: the ones who go from store to store, filling things at several different places at a time depending on who will fall for whatever line of bullshit they’re trying to use this week and who has the better promotional offer for prescription transfers.

We were talking about how cynical the job makes you, and how little faith we have in humanity after working there. I mean, we’ve got to deal with the fact that we need to treat every patient as though they are either a complete imbecile or junky. We need to specify that suppositories are to be unwrapped and are to be shoved up their asses, not swallowed. Oral antibiotics are to be swallowed, not applied to the ear with the infection. When a person comes in with a prescription and says, “I’m paying cash,” we immediately jump to the conclusion that they are one of the sketchy variety and assume that they have insurance and do everything possible to bill things out properly, including calling to the nearby chains to check them out.

Naturally, this makes everyone hate us, except for the little old ladies who think we’re wonderful.

The humidity has finally left the area and the world is just tolerably warm again. This doesn’t change the fact that Eddie is still walking around the house buck naked like he’s part of a National Geographic African photoshoot. Just paler.

Someone (not saying who) forgot to close up Pickle’s cage doors last night, and so at about 3AM she decided to join us in bed. Luckily for her she found my non-ticklish feet first, otherwise had she found Eddie’s she probably would have been kicked off the bed. You know that toe-sucking scene in The 40 Year Old Virgin? That’s how Eddie reacts to anything other than socks touching his feet. chaucer sat on the dresser and just meowed at me while I put her back into the cage. On a good note, the animals are doing much better since we managed to get the a/c working in the bedroom. Another week and a half before they’re at the new place and we’ve got a better a/c for them to lay in front of.

Work was interesting today. We had a floater pharmacist who is known throughout the district as being a lazy-assed guy who comes in for the day, makes a huge mess, and then leaves a bunch of problem issues in your lap that will haunt you for the next week. I only had to bitch at him once to do some work because, as I told him, “the customer is not only waiting for her drug she’s watching you do nothing at all right now”. However, I did steal his Silly Putty away from him, so I think it all worked out in the end.

And I’d like to congratulate my lovely husband for officially surviving 6 years of living with me.

My apologies to anyone who reads both me and Eddie and are seeing this twice. This was taken by the fantastic Rachel from Merge Weddings as we were leaving Robin and Eric’s wedding last week. Rachel caught me snapping photos of flowers outside while Eddie went to grab the truck, and asked if I’d be willing to go out into the weeds so she could get some pictures of me. When she saw Eddie coming with the truck she asked him to run out there with me.

We worked more in the new place yesterday. I managed to get all but two of the cabinet doors up, and those last two doors can’t go up until I paint them (they weren’t painted with the rest of them because I couldn’t get the door handles off). We got a lot of the bedroom done, and we’ll probably need to do another coat on the whole room before we do the trim and stuff because there’s some really obvious uneven spots in the dark blue and the light blue will need a 2nd coat anyway. While I was putting up the cabinet doors yesterday I found two cans of bright sky blue enamel spray paint, so I used that on the door knobs on the bedroom door and on the heater vents. They’re all purty now. I spent some time last night on Lowe’s website looking at potential lighting for the bedroom, because the ceiling light in there now is awful. You can sorta see the “beams” in this picture, at least one of them is a heating duct. They both jut out about 8″ from the ceiling, and the light we’ve got in there now is mostly blocked by the ducts. I’m looking at getting either a pendant light with a short chain (otherwise Eddie will be constantly smacking his head on it) or something like this that will hang down a bit more than the typical flushmount light.

Eddie’s coming home at lunchtime so that I can take the truck and hit the fabric stores for curtain materials. I’ve never made curtains before, so this should be interesting. I’m bringing my sewing machine to Mom’s so that I can work on things over there while Mom and Brian are off in Florida next week and we take care of their animals, since we won’t have access to WoW for something like 10 days. This is also a sort of trial run where we get to introduce Chaucer to the other animals, which will also be interesting.

I’m on the fence about whether or not to do red or yellow knobs on the doors and drawers. Your thoughts?