Aw, shucks. One of our musical favorites left us today. Mom and I have long held Tina Turner close to our hearts. For me, the performance I always think of as perfect was as the Acid Queen in the 1975 musical movie Tommy. I'd have to let mom say what her favorite was. I can't guess.
I wore myself down to a nub today, but I got most of my goals completed. I moved the big ficus tree outside on the porch, plus a handful of amaryllis in pots, and a barely-living hydrangea from a clearance rack. I completely cleaned and shined the Ikea shelves, and rearranged the plants and art pieces put back on them. I mopped the dining room, cleaned cat hair off all the chairs, and got the whole room spiffy for game night. While I was at it, I completely cleared off the toy bins and my side table, washed all dishes, and did a general tidying of the rest of our public spaces. Now I'm exhausted, but happy with my work.
My real estate license upgrade was approved today. I am officially an independent broker. The last big hurdle I believe is left to listing and renting next door is acquiring my contracts. I should be able to request them first thing in the morning, assuming my printer behaves itself. I don't know what the turnaround time is for the law office where I will be buying them. Hopefully pretty quick.
Mr S-P and Murray arrived home from their big trip this afternoon. I think Murray was glad to be back, but some time while I wasn't watching, apparently he and Saoirse had a disagreement. We are guessing that is why he had a bloody ear at dinnertime. No proof, though. The Mr was at a friend's farm, and that friend has a half-bazillion egg-laying chickens. She sent home two dozen of the most beautiful eggs for our consumption, plus a half dozen duck eggs. I do not believe I have ever eaten a duck egg before. (I'm not an adventurous eater.) We also got two whole frozen chickens from her farm. This is going to be an interesting couple weeks for food.
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