The TGIF didn’t start so great this morning. If you are following me on Twitter, you know that I spilled thick, blueberry/strawberry, breakfast smoothie ooze over my desk, barely missing the mini netbook, wounding the mini mouse, and taking out all the writing notes there. It was a Home Alone moment.
The mini mouse was rushed to critical care where she had a quick rinse and blow dry. I used the mini blow dryer. It was right to do so. She seems to have made a full recovery. At least, nothing shorted out when I plugged her into the netbook. It’s all good.
The notes are gone, baby, gone.
So, it was a tough call this Friday for something to lend to writer Lisa Kessler’sFriday Happy Dance of JOY!
But this spoke to me in a sort of so-you-spilled-smoothie-all-over-your-desk-shit-happens-kind-of-way. I can say the S word, because neither my mama, Sven or Conn is looking over my shoulder at the moment. You can read all about Sven or Conn by typing their names in the search bar right up there. Up. Up. Up. A little to the right. That’s it.
As penance, my coffee mug is sitting across the room on the bookcase. I have to jump up and run over there whenever I want a hit of caffeine. I might even burn a calorie. Probably not. Because when I say jump, I mean get. When I say run I mean shuffle.
Come to think of it, the bookcase might be another Home Alone moment-in-waiting.
The thing about October is that it has a dark side; it’s the dark. When the days shorten and the light fades so does my brain, and I have an overwhelming urge to jump into my flannel jammies and snuggle in for the duration. Shades of bear.
To compound matters, Daylight-Saving Time is about to end — Nov. 2nd, just two days before the U.S. election. We’re going to fall back; move the big hand back one whole hour. I used do a mental Yippee! Another hour of sleep. This year I’m thinking another hour sitting in the dark waiting for the sun to rise. Groan.
I guess we’re supposed to be happy that it’s lighter for another hour at the end of the work day. Of course, come November, it will be getting dark about 4:30 in the afternoon here anyway, so what does it matter?
November is when I start wishing for big snow. Snow that sticks. Snow makes everything brighter on my street…happier. November snow puts a big ol’ smiley face on the neighborhood. Hope we get some.
Okay. This is really bad. I’m wishing for snow in November. Yikes. I should never blog on Mondays.
I’m kind of crushin’ on the word darksome today. Boy, it just doesn’t take much, does it?
Well, bloggers, it’s Labour Day in New Zealand. Let’s get to work.
Note: I blogged too much about birthday cake in August. My blog is officially fat.
Let’s review:
August: Furnace died. Furnace Guy came — new motor. Wireless router contracted a super flu. Tech Baby came — new router and NICs.
September: Water tank struck by infirmity. Water Tank Guy came — new water tank.
Last week: The bathroom sink was clogged for three days. Mr. G, honey snaked, chemically treated, and said some bad words. I think one of my pewter earrings from Mahone Bay might have been involved in the clog. Shh. Don’t tell. One IS missing. The cold tap in the shower died. We used pliers and a screwdriver to shower for three days. Yeah. Three seems to be the magic number. A clothes rod in the master closet fell to the floor. I swear. I didn’t even breathe on it. This was so not my fault. Mr. G, honey said more bad words. He might need a time out.
Monday: Washing machine watered the basement floor. Oops. No clean undies. Elen looks for a stream and big rock to slap underwear against, soap and rinse. Mr. G, honey — armed with a big boy flashlight — did some washing machine tipping and said verra bad words this time. Washing Machine Service Guy came yesterday. New water pump. Clean underkit.
This is a job for Ghostbusters. Really. Something is at work here. Cue theme song. That is the best ever video.
Honestly, I’m just having a little laugh at myself here. These are pretty minor blips on life’s screen. I’m reminded of my adopted soldier on the other side of the world, who is probably beating his skivvies against a rock every single day and worse. You are fierce. I’m thinking about the people in the path of Hurricane Ike who are burning chairs to cook breakfast outdoors and worse, waiting for power to be restored and to pick up the pieces of their lives. My heart goes out to all of you. I’m thinking about the many rescue personnel and emergency service providers — including those wonderful line crews from all over the U.S. — who are working non-stop. You are all fierce! My thoughts are with you all today.
Note: I blogged too much about birthday cake in August. My blog is officially fat.
