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kinzelYes, indeed.
There's not that much to see here right now. If you feel you need to know what's up with me personally, and have an idea about the reference ... Yes, I received your letter yesterday, about the time the doorknob broke you can go behind the cut.
My mother called this morning to see how I was doing. I've been soldiering on and trying to be normal while trying to get over the remnant's of last night's probable migraine, but apprently I wasn't chipper and she asked about it (as if dealing with the aftermath of my father's death isn't enough cause), so I explained that Patia has apparently received notice to quit and while she's still here, and even sometimes responds to voice or touch, her mind seems to be mostly on the other side of the bridge, where she has relatives.
Because I've been soldering on (doing something is better than doing nothing, that's the ticket)I was putting away dishes and silverware while we spoke. And...the silverware drawer broke, kaKlang, kaBang, all fall down.
Not the knob -- I fixed that last year when I replaced all the cabinet knobs in the house (you could have read about that exciting event here, in fact)-- but the guide-run. Metal fatigue. At the front of the cabinet where the little L-plate hangs on the wood of the cabinet.
Alas, it was enough noise, all those metal things being catapulted into the cabinet beneath, to disturb even Patia (she complained out loud, hoorah moved on down the hall oh-so-slowly), and now I'll see if I can cobble up something to hold it for the next few days, since there will be other pressing as well as depressing business.
So yeah, I'm pretty down. After my mother got off the phone I decided to play some music. Old-fashioned stuff, stuff without current political reference, non-blues stuff. You know, Real Music.
So I put in my Greatest Hits of 1750 CD, figuring Vivaldi and friends might do for company.
"Disk error" is what the CD player showed. Guess I should have known. So then my hand fell to the Dylan part of the shelves for an instant plan B. After Dylan maybe Fresh Aire II, back toward the original plan, as best we can.
Now I'll do some laundry upstairs (since the washer was fixed last week it might be safe!) and while that's running I'll pack some chapbooks, and consider next summer's upgrade to the cat garden.
Yes, by the way, it is snowing and this time we may actually have enough snow to call into weather central. Our property had some leftover snow from the other day -- maybe a half an inch deep in spots! -- so while that may have technically been the start of the winter's snowcover, this may be the effective start.
There's not that much to see here right now. If you feel you need to know what's up with me personally, and have an idea about the reference ... Yes, I received your letter yesterday, about the time the doorknob broke you can go behind the cut.
My mother called this morning to see how I was doing. I've been soldiering on and trying to be normal while trying to get over the remnant's of last night's probable migraine, but apprently I wasn't chipper and she asked about it (as if dealing with the aftermath of my father's death isn't enough cause), so I explained that Patia has apparently received notice to quit and while she's still here, and even sometimes responds to voice or touch, her mind seems to be mostly on the other side of the bridge, where she has relatives.
Because I've been soldering on (doing something is better than doing nothing, that's the ticket)I was putting away dishes and silverware while we spoke. And...the silverware drawer broke, kaKlang, kaBang, all fall down.
Not the knob -- I fixed that last year when I replaced all the cabinet knobs in the house (you could have read about that exciting event here, in fact)-- but the guide-run. Metal fatigue. At the front of the cabinet where the little L-plate hangs on the wood of the cabinet.
Alas, it was enough noise, all those metal things being catapulted into the cabinet beneath, to disturb even Patia (she complained out loud, hoorah moved on down the hall oh-so-slowly), and now I'll see if I can cobble up something to hold it for the next few days, since there will be other pressing as well as depressing business.
So yeah, I'm pretty down. After my mother got off the phone I decided to play some music. Old-fashioned stuff, stuff without current political reference, non-blues stuff. You know, Real Music.
So I put in my Greatest Hits of 1750 CD, figuring Vivaldi and friends might do for company.
"Disk error" is what the CD player showed. Guess I should have known. So then my hand fell to the Dylan part of the shelves for an instant plan B. After Dylan maybe Fresh Aire II, back toward the original plan, as best we can.
Now I'll do some laundry upstairs (since the washer was fixed last week it might be safe!) and while that's running I'll pack some chapbooks, and consider next summer's upgrade to the cat garden.
Yes, by the way, it is snowing and this time we may actually have enough snow to call into weather central. Our property had some leftover snow from the other day -- maybe a half an inch deep in spots! -- so while that may have technically been the start of the winter's snowcover, this may be the effective start.
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2005-12-09 13:32 (UTC)no subject
2005-12-09 20:03 (UTC)Hugs to the two of you, and a kiss on the top of the head to Patia, from me.
Patia
2005-12-11 07:03 (UTC){{{hugs}}} to you and Sharon and {{{{scratches-to-favorite-places}}}} to your cats,
Joy