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It's so bleak
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This has been one of those days. On the good side, caught 2 more mice 4 more mice (2 after this posting, 1 in trap, other in rubbish. And sounds from kitchen lead me to believe there's still more loose). Those, + the one I caught over the weekend (took out in the trash) bring the total to 14. And none of them King Rat. And I deposited a cheque, an advance against a portion of work done, bringing my bank account up to 1/2 the amount needed for March's rent.
In theory I'm rich. I've done the math. Projects started, projected advances, completion dates, bills issued....It's a great living. But somehow the cheques aren't coming in, the advances are for far less than the agreed amount, and I hate discussing money so I grin and bear it, but it's gotta stop. Bills are due at the end of the week, with no forseeable way of paying. The rent cheque is due to bounce sky high any day. And like a moron I keep reassuring myself that it's not as bad as it seems, that in theory I'm rich.
It's soo bleak.
And there's the project, stalled now 6 months, waiting for materials from the client. There have been endless revisions in the interim, suggestions, rewrites, materials sent over for my inspection, always incomplete. It's become a nightmare. Up at 6:00 this morning, putting together the tables, files to be uploaded, to discover glaring omissions, missing linked tables, irrelevant information.
Banging my head on the computer, thinking that I'm a moron, that I must be missing something, but I'm not. Or I am a moron, but not for the reasons I was initially thinking....
Outside, the weather is beautiful. 10 degrees or more, the streets turning into glistening rivers, rinsing away memories of a cold winter.
I try to break up the frustration by surfing the net, but nothing cheers me, no news worth reading, nothing to inspire me at all. Probably it's not the web, it's me, the combined weight of stresses finally dragging me down, the cheerful "Here's the Database" with nothing in it that can be made serviceable. The further postponed cheques, awaiting clients gathering materials.
It's been one of those days....
2 Mice to Go
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I seem to have a problem counting to very high numbers. It's too cold to relocate the last remaining mouse, and so I let him root through the garbage. But there comes this strange sound from the ceiling of the house, chewing, rustling. It brings to mind the opening scenes of "The Exorcist". The rustling stops and I shortly see another mouse on the floor, less a mouse than a rat, King Rat, comparatively huge. He(?) seems relatively unfussed by me until I reach for my camera, then he bolts for cover. Probably he has some celebrity status that he needs to protect.
It warms up again tomorrow, they'll be scooped with the trash. The lure of peanut butter seems to have worn off for these mice...
1 mouse to go
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No sooner had I posted last night then a tiny mouse lowered itself from the drawer in the kitchen to work on the chew. Not interested in the trap yet. And it goes to prove the adage that "You shouldn't count your mice when you can't see them", or something of that nature.
A mouse-free house
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2 days now since the last mouse was relocated, the children have gone home to their mothers. It's probably too early to say, from the corners of my eyes I still catch little movements, phantoms of the mice that have gone into the great outdoors, but no traps have been sprung. There have been no rustlings from the garbage, no scrapings from the walls, no chewing from the cupboards, I think that may be it.
The house is as quiet as the grave.
I will post later, there is much to write about tonight, but it will take me some hours to gather and organize my thoughts.
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