It’s another chilly and wet day, so no progress outside.

The rain continued through the night, and this area where I’d scattered all those seeds is now full of water again. That will either benefit the seeds, or drown them!

Speaking of seeds, the first Wild Bunch Mix winter squash seed has a root emerging already! At least, it was 1 this morning, though when I check it again later today, I’m sure there will be more. I could just see them, starting to show through the snips in the outer shells I’d made.

I had some errands to run, so I headed out early enough to get to the post office before it closed until the afternoon. Then it was off to town, where I made a quick stop at the grocery store for a few things, then went to one of the hardware stores. I will be running out of seed starting mix soon, with all the seeds in the Wild Bunch Mix I have pre-germinating, so I wanted to get more of that. Then, after looking around, then finally asking someone, I found it!

I found vermiculite!

I couldn’t find it when I checked while in the city, yet there it was, locally. Quite a few bags in stock, too. I missed them at first, because the packaging is almost identical to one of the brand’s potting soils. I’m hoping this will help keep the moss and mold in some of our pots at bay.

My daughter had finally fixed some problems with her bank’s updated app, and was able to treat us today, so the last stop before heading home was for some take out from a Greek restaurant in town. A “Greek” restaurant, but with the most massive menu I’ve seen anywhere!

While I was out, I got a message from my husband telling me a package I was expecting tomorrow was in. I’d already been to the post office and it wasn’t there – or so I thought – so I stopped in again on the way. I figured it had to have been a non-post office delivery, but nope. As I was going in and out of the store, the rain turned to snow, then back to rain, then back to snow, then back to rain…

We’ll be getting that until at least midnight. Tomorrow is expected to be chillier than today, then things should finally start warming up again, the day after. Winter just doesn’t want to let go! This freeze/thaw cycle, though, is just tearing apart the gravel roads.

Once at home and looking at the packages I picked up, it turned out that what I thought was something else was the package my husband told me was in. Which is nice on the one hand, since it was something he ordered for me, but not so nice on the other, since it means his replacement CPAP hose and nose pieces aren’t in yet. He’s leaking air. He needs a new mask/headpiece (a hose arrangement the nose piece attaches to), too, but they were out of inventory.

On a completely different note, I got a call from my mother. She got another letter under her door from the public housing department that owns her building. It was a notice for beg bug spraying. She has been refusing to allow them in, as she believes one of the guys stole some stuff from her – stuff that she considered valuable, but are only valuable to her. She phoned the number on the letter and told the guy, she’s not afraid of bed bugs, but she is afraid of people coming in and stealing her stuff (the time she thinks this happened was more than a year ago). The guy said she must have misplaced them. This wouldn’t be the first time she’s believed someone has stolen from her. She had an envelope of money go missing and she all but directly accused one of her neighbours of going into her apartment while she was in the lounge. A couple of months later, she found the envelope.

So what my mother wants me to do is go through her stuff for her. The stuff in question, however, would be of interest to my sister for her genealogy records, so I suggested she call her. We could possibly do it together.

My daughter, however, pointed out something to me.

Personally, I don’t think my mother has bedbugs, so I haven’t been worried about it. However, if she *does* have bed bugs, and I start going through all the stuff in her bedroom, I’d be bringing them home – and with this house, we’d never be able to get rid of them. We’d have to move out and empty the house.

I’m going to have to call my mom back and tell her this. It’s one thing to go to her place and help her with her groceries. I’m basically just in her kitchen and little dining table, all near the door. It’s quite another to be in her bedroom, digging through her closest and shelves, going through stacks and stack of papers she’s got tucked in them.

*sigh*

She was going to call my sister then get back to me, but I’d better call her back now and get that over with.

She’s not going to be happy, but then, she’s been refusing to allow her place to be treated. Actions have consequences.

*sigh*

The Re-Farmer