Vas Es Los?

What is this? What happened to the scenic water, the pretty blossoms? Tales of fish n toe-dipping? What has been robbing SnaggleTooth of her beloved blogging fun?

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Folks, this is what happens when you tell the property manager that the gutters need help ASAP in June, n then they don't do anything at all for the entire rainy month of July.

Voila, August- finally hazy, very hot, n humid. But no swimming or sun basking, or time for anything you'd normally do. Only time to try to out-run the mold, n run damage control!

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This small apartment has no decent closets. This was my storage room where I was keeping collectables, memorbelia, paper account info, books, supplies, dress clothes on a rack, odd stage props, n many, many odd boxes to sort thru. After six days in a row with three or less hours of sleep per day I'm finally down to one-half, inside wall of boxes left to go thru.

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My storage space across town, which was rented for my mother's old piano which won't fit in here, is now chock full of stuff I never wanted to put there. I'm totally stressed out n exhausted. Angry is a major understatement.
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All regular chores are on hold. The lawn is a mile high, along with the ragweed pollen head-ache. To top things off, I hurt my foot (sprain?) on the broken cement stairs carrying out heavy boxes in the dark after work the other night. I had to hurry n move as much as possible before the Insurance adjuster appointment.

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Not one night of work was missed. The past two were hopping along trying not to flex the offending foot, which is near impossible. I no longer wanna wear a shoe, n will try to dig out my old orthopedic flop soon. (it's buried under a new, taller pile). I have to wear closed shoes at work for safety anyways (darn).

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I'm so desparate for rest with feet up it isin't funny...