- New Glasses
These aren't even my most recent glasses. They're the emergency back up glasses that I had to switch to when my normal glasses fell into a Massachusetts toilet years ago. The glasses were eventually re-discovered after years of being in the toilet, but I never got a chance to gaze upon the filthy monstrosity they had become.
Kind of disappointed at not being able to see the wreckage that once was my glasses because talking about things ravaged beyond repair has worked well for me in the past.
Anyway: Eye Exam; Glasses. These things cost money.
- Cordless phone
I have two phones. The cordless one has a battery that can barely hold a charge. I have free range, but not necessarily full conversations.
If I unplug that I can plug in a corded phone which keeps me on a short leash and I basically end up stuck in a doorway in a place cool air cannot reach.
The good news: I think I'll be able to get a used one that isn't quite so bad for free.
- Potting soil
The life expectancy of my plants changes with my moods. I had a lot of depressed time since I took pictures. Almost, but not quite, every single plant pictured here has died. That makes me sad.
That's just a question of keeping them watered, though. However I have other plants as well. Ones in soil. Ones that need to be re-potted, ones that could survive if they had soil. So on, so forth.
No idea where the fuck you get that, but I have so many plans, and so little ability to do even the smallest follow-through.
- Chemical weapons for use in my war against the fleas
The fleas seemed to have gained an immunity to the flea-stuff I was putting on the cat. That's bad. I managed to get different flea stuff. That's good. The fleas rule the floor and the cat won't go near it, and we're back to the bad.
What this means is that to make a dent in the flea legions sent forth by the flea confederacy ensconced in blood-sucker central I need to take the fight to them. Bombing the house doesn't work and is an incredible hassel.
Getting "Don't inhale lest you die" stuff sprayed on the floor, on the other hand, is a proven method of beating back the flea hordes.
- Always money.
The SSA seems to have ignored the information that I've sent them about my (lack of) significant income. I'm going to have to get said information from my bank again, send it in again, and hope that they alter my SSI.
If they don't then every month I'll continue to fall further behind. This makes the future a string of unending catastrophes with the only variation being how bad it is this time.
It is my hope that this time they'll listen, because then it's just a question of paying off the (considerable) debt I've accrued in this time of hardship.
I don't know exactly how to describe them, they're not Teva-type but they are serious about having your foot solidly strapped in with strap across the heel to make sure they don't come off unless you really want them to.
They have served me well, but the foot-meeting part of the sole is starting to deteriorate and I don't know how long before that spreads to structural collapse.
In part this is because my experience has generally been that structural collapse comes well before the sole deteriorates.
- All purpose shoes
The type of shoe I usually go for is one that is rugged but not specialized. Something I can wear to walk four hours a day three days a week for two semesters worth of weeks in a year, but also can wear climbing a mountain, or running for my life from zombies while trapped in 2052, or something like that.
Traditionally this has meant these nice looking dark brown shoes from LL Bean that occupied a slot somewhere between a hiking shoe and a boot of some kind, but the fuckers stopped carrying them so now I have these sort of mutant sneaker things. They're getting old.
Not sure how I'll replace them, it's not like I have the money for good shoes.
My feet do not fit shoes. Part of this is that they're not a standard size (an ordinary shoe that is wide enough is too long, an ordinary shoe that is the right length crushes my foot sideways), part of it is that the arch of my foot results in . . . people who specialize in feet call other people over so they can look, together, at the way my foot goes from arched to flat while standing and marvel at the "huge pronation."
Part of it is that if my heel isn't elevated the back of the shoe will bite into the back of my ankle and any extended walking will prove that "Bite" was indeed the right word to use there.
- An LED bulb
Exactly what it says. One CFL in particular desperately needs to be changed to something else and incandescent would be a step back.
- Doubtless many more things that I'm not thinking about at the moment.
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I'll see if I can get a more interesting post up today, since this probably isn't of interest.