Chatty Email

 We are all just feeling all the feelings right now as the world whirls around us.  Both my BFF and I have struggling with just regular communication recently. I just sent her a catch-up chatty email (instead of a WTAF IS GOING ON that has been the dominating topic) and now my brain synapses are suddenly TALK! WRITE!

So, here we go: chatty email.

I just phoned the Library of Congress in Washington DC.  OMG, I know right.  I don't get nervous usually with those kinds of things but whew.  I found myself sitting up straight as I spoke.  I forget how more formally and professionally business people speak on the East Coast.  It makes me feel hillbilly.

You're wondering why I would phone the Library of Congress, I'm certain.  I have an envelope full of negatives from my father's tour in the Korean war.  The bio family has the albums but I ended up with a bunch of negatives.  It felt sacrilegious to just toss them away so I did a search and it suggested the Veteran's History Project.  I phoned them and indeed, they would love to have them.  That is a win for everyone, for sure.  The ever so lovely Mrs. Borden will be letting me know next steps soon.

I have a cooktop stove and there is one pot that just doesn't work with it. Of course it's the pot that I use the most.  I don't know why but it takes roughly nine business days for water to boil in that pot.   I did a search as to why this could be and the internet blamed the pot. That's marginally helpful, I guess.  The pot is from a set that was a gift, most likely from Walmart or Costco.  Not judging, just a detail. 

I realized that I have two small pots that are vintage Revere Ware.  Those work just fine, I just need a bigger size.  I researched and they're a little expensive but it's because they last forever.  I ordered one and patiently waited...just to get the wrong size and not a vintage one.  Sigh.  This lines up for how this timeline is going. 

The handle is plastic instead of Bakelite.  There are grooves in the bottom of the pan, of which I can't tell if they're manufacturing marks or someone trying to clean it.  The copper bottom is stained.  There were mineral deposits.  So, that's like whatever.  Lesson learned, I've never gotten bitten from ebay before and it was just my turn.

So then, I had something spill over in the oven and it made the whole house smell.  The next morning I cut up some lemon and let it simmer most of the day.  As I did it, I thought to myself "This is going to end badly, you're going to forget and burn the pot."  But my rationale was this wasn't the pot I was looking for anyway so *shrug*

And I burnt it. This morning though, not yesterday.  Then I ordered another pot from the etsy and fingers crossed.  Oh, and I cleaned the burnt pot because it's not going to win that easily.  (soak in dishwasher detergent was the winning formula) Again: dumbest timeline. 

While I was waiting on something, I went through my personal email and deleted all the emails of photos I had emailed myself before there was a cloud way back prior to 2014-ish.  Many of them I had managed to upload but some I hadn't and seeing the littles as Kindergartners was a little harsh.  Or our old house, that I still miss 20 years later. Or our old dogs.  Anyway, clapping of hands, that project is done.

My niece bought her first house in the same neighborhood I lived in when I was married to satan my first husband; right next door to the townhouse where we lived. It's not without a little deja vu when I go for a visit.  The other day I sent her a text that said "This is what I listened to on repeat when I lived next door to your house" with these photos:

Free Fallin was playing as I left my husband for the last time.  Like a Cameron Crowe movie

My nephew sold my old Durango to my niece's friend, a guy in his late teens.  The friend was so excited, he's posting on the 'gram with photos of it.  It was reported by the non-family neighbor that he was yelling "EFF YEAH" excitedly as he pulled out of the driveway in it.  This makes my dark little heart happy.

Finally, Kevin was just now looking up someone on the interwebs to verify they weren't sketchy.  He mentions "Well, he's christian..."  To which, without thinking, I replied "You still need to give him a chance."  

And that friends, is the chatty email.  Now go forth and think about anything else other than we are living in the dumbest timeline.