|09:16 pm - That season|
1. Elmtree who lives down the street is a toddler at my centre. Today I'd gone round to mooch lunch there, and since I will work for food, was helping the tods get into dry clothes after their splashy hot morning in the sprinklers. Elmtree was bumpy with mosquito bites. In some concern I asked E's mother at pick-up time if they'd been out of town this weekend. In the woods, yes, several hours north of the city; and E had refused to come inside from sun-up to sundown, seemingly unresponsive to the critters drinking their blood. Nice for some people. I've been itchy lately, and discovered the cause to be mosquito bites under the bra line and at the panty line, where even Afterbite is powerless to prevent the scratch urge.
2. No, I will not ditch my landline though my landline has just ditched me. Tech will be out Wednesday morning to try to reconnect me. Meanwhile I must carry my cell with me everywhere, and thus intercept those mystery calls from Columbus Ohio which always hang up after one ring. Think it's a numeric dyslexic turning a local call- 614 area code- into an international one: Toronto's 416. Just as many people, including me on occasion, think my 543 street address is 534. But truly, no, carrying a cell phone everywhere and *especially* from room to room is a complete nuisance.