Expert on the etiquette of perilous times.
The Big Ones and Paul were heading off to watch a chemistry demonstration at a local college. They all looked so cute I wanted to spread them on a giant biscuit and eat them up. I settled for taking a picture.
The scruffy Bean was on her way to a nap although I think she was in denial. She was definitely in something.
A plumber has been here almost all day. There are leaks in the pipe behind my cabinets. Our home is built on a slab so the plumbing snakes behind several. The plumber had to remove my lazy Susan and cut out the barrel that contains it. He has been wedged in it for hours.
About four hours into our odyssey I said, “Look, if you want to move in, just ask. You don’t have to make up reasons to stay.” He laughed..sort of. That was two hours ago.
Torey just offered him a beverage. I offered him one 20 minutes ago. I think we’ve adopted him.
I know it has been quiet here (the blog, never the home) lately. School is back in session and I have been busy getting a lot of things in order. Torey is helping me go room by room, closet by closet – God bless her.
As well, we are experiencing multiple plumbing issues (literally – sob!) and are dealing with that and the damage already done.
Too, I am tracking down some resources for Einstein’s Protege which always takes about 50 steps of back work to move 1/2 a step forward. Am writing letters, taking calls and requesting records at this point.
AND YET (here’s the good news) I am working on something, but it is very long. Bear with me. I think it is going to be worth the wait.
For now, I need to go to bed because it is late, I am tired and I am typing this while breathing through my shirt. SOMEONE’S plumbing needs a roto rooter right now. Alas, the plumber coming tomorrow will only be able to work on the house and not one of its occupants. Pity.
This is becoming an abusive marriage. He blames the wings he consumed earlier. They always have an excuse. Well I’m getting out.
Hope everyone is well. I hope to post my story soon.
This was taken July 4th. We were waiting for the parade to start. I had forgotten how ravaged poor little Eden had been by mosquitoes. We were asked every day, “Is she just getting over chicken pox?”
I love trail mix, especially the kind with M&M’s
I only eat it while sitting in my home, which is a trail of sorts…but I am afraid it leads to the fat farm.