I am not having a good day and it is not even nine o'clock in the morning!
I was awakened before six this morning to the sound of something alive and moving in my living room! Again! The maintenance people claimed they had to order a new grate in order to repair the problem that allowed a bird into my living room earlier this week. I called them this morning, they didn't show up until eight.
Two birds were in my living room this time, hovering behind the television where I couldn't have reached them if I'd wanted to. They had obviously been there a while. My Pavarotti book was pooped on and ripped around the edges. My photos and shelving, carpeting, surge protector, even the walls have bird poop all over them. I cleaned and vacuumed all I could get up, but there is still stuff on the carpet back there.
There is now a grate over the place where they installed air conditioning/heating units this year, but the insulation is compromised and the inside is too. There are spots in the carpet that won't come out and I keep having this nagging feeling that anything might have crawled in even though it really probably did not since the space is probably ten feet off the ground.
After they left I came in here and some guy walked by outside spraying something on the grass. I worried that he might be exposing himself to toxic chemicals without even realizing it and felt bad for him. Then the wind must have shifted and I went into a full blown asthma attack as whatever it was filled my room. I should have shut the window before I guess, but like I said, we are at least ten feet off the ground.
I am breathing again. Jack is breathing, which was a real concern for me. But I am feeling distinctly crabby, grouchy, and vindictive.
The secret is not to act on any of this until I feel better, I'm sure of that, but then?
Well, maybe I better wait until then to even think about what I'm going to do.
I was awakened before six this morning to the sound of something alive and moving in my living room! Again! The maintenance people claimed they had to order a new grate in order to repair the problem that allowed a bird into my living room earlier this week. I called them this morning, they didn't show up until eight.
Two birds were in my living room this time, hovering behind the television where I couldn't have reached them if I'd wanted to. They had obviously been there a while. My Pavarotti book was pooped on and ripped around the edges. My photos and shelving, carpeting, surge protector, even the walls have bird poop all over them. I cleaned and vacuumed all I could get up, but there is still stuff on the carpet back there.
There is now a grate over the place where they installed air conditioning/heating units this year, but the insulation is compromised and the inside is too. There are spots in the carpet that won't come out and I keep having this nagging feeling that anything might have crawled in even though it really probably did not since the space is probably ten feet off the ground.
After they left I came in here and some guy walked by outside spraying something on the grass. I worried that he might be exposing himself to toxic chemicals without even realizing it and felt bad for him. Then the wind must have shifted and I went into a full blown asthma attack as whatever it was filled my room. I should have shut the window before I guess, but like I said, we are at least ten feet off the ground.
I am breathing again. Jack is breathing, which was a real concern for me. But I am feeling distinctly crabby, grouchy, and vindictive.
The secret is not to act on any of this until I feel better, I'm sure of that, but then?
Well, maybe I better wait until then to even think about what I'm going to do.
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