Well, Open Diary is supposedly officially dead. I tried to get in on Saturday, the last day, but it said my free 30-day membership had expired. Huh?? The thieves over there charged me for a full year in July. I didn't realize a year only lasted 6 months. I had pulled my credit card info from the site in January because I'd read they were still automatically charging people for a full year even in January, and even though they were shutting down! So apparently pulling my card info cancelled my membership.Crooked thieves. But I did manage a workaround and got to my diary and finished my scathing final draft and tried posting it....but alas, it was not to be. It was cathartic writing it just the same. There are many diarists from there that I will not miss and that is why I didn't go to Prosebox, except for a short time in January to get the word out about what was happening here with the thugs. And then I deleted the account. Because I'm not writing to make friends or to be excluded or to read the same bragging or depressed or fake or attention-seeking shit over and over and over. And seeing that one huge drughead phony, Bronner, her pretend-to-care notes on virtually everyone's entries, knowing who and what she truly is and experiencing how cruel she is capable of being, just makes me cringe. Done with that shit.

Saturday I did honey's taxes. His were easier than mine. I don't know why he gets a bigger refund when our returns are almost identical. I'll think I'll make up a fantasy reason and say it is because there are different tax rates for men and women so as to make the man feel he is the breadwinner.

I also went on a grocery store hunt. First it was to a co-op just north of downtown SP. It was nicer than their other location which is closer to me. But I'm still not sold. I did like the neighborhood of preserved original Queen Anne houses though. On the way back I stopped at an Asian grocery, but these Asian groceries seem to be all the same, with produce on Styrofoam trays and wrapped in saran, two things that can't be recycled, and I have made it a point to only buy groceries in packaging that can only be recycled or composted. My monthly trash fits into a bag like the size used to pick up dog poop, so I dont even hire a garbage hauler. I'm on a quest to find a new grocery because they all seem to be going to the dark side. I've never shopped Walmart, Target has gone bad, Aldi doesn't even sell cabbage, a mainstay of my diet, Whole Foods is paired with Amazon and now our local grocery chain that I've been shopping has paired up with Amazon for deliveries. Not that I have groceries delivered, but still. There's one store with nice produce and good prices on produce, but everything else is super expensive. I guess I'm stuck patronizing the lesser of the evils which is...??? That's still to be determined.

Also on Saturday, I tried to combat the fungus flies in the basement. I know they're not drain flies or fruit flies. They seem to have settled in the laundry room, either the floor drain or the laundry sink/tub drain, so I poured a pot of boiling water into both, followed by a vinegar/baking soda/salt concoction which I let sit for a few hours, and then followed by another boiling water dump. I have a sticky fly trap up. So hopefully that will take care of it. I'm pretty certain they came in on the canna and gladiolus bulbs I brought in in the fall.

Watched The Apostle Saturday night with Robert Duvall. I think that was his best movie.

Visited son and grandson on Sunday. At 1.5yr old he has so many new words coming out of his little mouth and he is so aware and conscious of what we say to him. I can tell he's going to be one smart cookie when he grows up, just like his mama (a CPA) and his papa (a financial/securities analyst). Going to their neighborhood in Minneapolis was a lot different than my neighborhood. They are only a mile or so from where the two ICE executions and the school shooting in the fall took place, so nearly every house has a sign in their window or yard and/or a state flag or protest flag. And no US flags. By contrast, I'm the only one in my neighborhood with signs in the window. (Note to self: I probably should take a pic for posterity.)

Feeling like comfort food this week, so I made a batch of homemade skin-on mashed potatoes with smoked turkey and nutritional yeast for my dinners, and lunch this week is broccoli/cauliflower salad.

I am hoping this week at work is better than last week. Please oh please oh please. I woke up just dreading going to work. I guess it could be worse. My poor son has to tell his team that the tracking software that they know is installed on their computers is showing that they aren't working, and management has determined their productivity is super low and they need to up their game. I wouldn't want to be in his position.