The Legs Fall Off If You Move It

It’s really beautiful in Houston about 20 days out of the year.  These are accompanied by massive pollen counts.   So, we are all DYING to be outside, and then we DIE once we get out there.

I sound like Lurch, and my eyeballs feel like they are going to pop out of my head any time I lean forward for any reason.  I feel like all would be well if I could just take out each eyelash, scratch around inside the little whatever you call it that the eyelash came out of (follicle?),  and then put each eyelash back in.  And this is with two kinds of prescription allergy medicine — one pill I take every day, and a nose spray I use as necessary.  Seriously.  Enough with the pollen already.  I have a lot of weeds to attend to before the mulch can get from the driveway to the flower beds, and I am really resisting the idea of some kind of mask/hazmat suit for working in the yard, although it would be quite fetching.  (Shut up, Tom.)

Some interesting turns in the business lending arena.  Suffice it to say that we WILL be opening in May, dammit.  Or DAMmit, if you’d prefer.  And, I’m hoping the lease will be signed some time this week, so we can get to work on the space.   It needs a closet torn down, some carpet removed, some lights and paint added, but that’s about it.

Got some cool old cabinets from an old-school beauty shop (NOT salon) that will be lined up and used as the check out counter.  Lots of doors and drawers that I’m sure I can manage to stuff with all kinds of crap.  Also got a bunch of old plastic hair curlers and permanent rods, and the old squiggly u-shaped hair pins.  Haven’t seen any of the old prickly black kind of curlers that my grandmother used.  I guess once people had another option, they burned all of those at the stake or something.  They were complete torture devices, and exactly like getting stabbed in the head with a thousand needles if you had to sleep in them.  Also very tangly to remove if your hair was too long but you insisted that your grandmother roll your hair up in them anyway but then you took them out because you felt like you were stabbed in the head with a thousand needles. 

I’ve been putting off dealing with the merchant services account we will need to accept credit cards.  It gives me a headache every time I start to read through everybody’s fine print.  There are different fees for plain credit cards v. debit cards v. reward cards, and transmission fees, and monthly usage and reporting fees, and every company is a little bit different.  Yeesh.  Wonder how people would respond if there was a $50 floor on credit card purchases?  Poorly, I’d guess, but that’s about where it needs to be.  May have to do $10 like at the Wee Mart and let the chips fall.  And, I’m seriously considering a 2% discount for all cash and debit card purchases, because they are WAY cheaper than credit card sales will be, and it seems like the shopping folk ought to share in some of that benefit. 

Here’s an off-topic picture for you.  Hard to see, but that’s part of the beauty of that whole nature thing, you know.  Natural camouflage (ha!  Not going to tell you how I spelled that the first time around).  Anyway, looks like a very tired squirrel in front of a pretty sizable squirrel nest that will soon be covered up by wisteria leaves.  Maybe we’ll get to see some baby squirrels?

Now zoomed and blurrier.  Would have been better with a camera instead of the phone, but phone was all I had.   This ain’t National Geographic, folks.  Get used to it.

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