If you have been wondering:
Spring has been harder than any other season. Maybe it has something to do with all the Spring News The Sr Boy and I shared: "new ducklings in the marsh", "the Magnolias are blooming along Abbott St.", and "listen, the frogs!". Not to mention ALL the house things that he did: it has been about 24 degrees here and the sunroom is almost unbearable. "Someone" has to climb up on the framework over the glass to drape the screens and then nail them down while not either falling or dropping the hammer through the glass. He was so nimble, I'm more of a clutcher where heights and edges are concerned.
Then there is the antique lawnmower that requires multiple pulls and a lot of fiddling to start... maybe I simply won't water this year except then the fire hazard of living on interface wakes me up in the middle of the night. Sigggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
And Berte-the-MG? Still under wraps and I'm not sure about licensing him this summer - what does this family need with ANother vehicle licenced? (yes, I know I have spelled it two different ways, my dictionary has been lifted from the desk and I'm giving you options) But he is such fun to drive if a bit persnickety mechanically on occasion which gives us more opportunities to miss The Sr Boy and be grateful for car club friends...... we'll see.... June is usually stinking awful weather-wise so maybe I'll wait until July and go for a couple of months of insurance....
Still waiting for the rest of the picky-detail stuff of the reno including getting the dodgasted subfloor heating (the only "special" thing I really asked for in the whole process) working which seems to require some guy from Quebec on his summer hols bringing a big piece of equipment that will blast 47 zillion volts of electricity through the wires to show where the fault is. Not so sure about the 47 zillion volts in wires that have a fault in them in my floor... maybe I should just get them to push the wires back into the wall, drywall over them and pretend that they don't exist. I am so tired of this project that was supposed to be done in a month. And the painting job that was supposed to be done while I was away last week??? Yeah, right.....
Last week??? Away???
Lorna Crozier at Naramata Centre.
Hard, hard work.
Many tears and much raucous laughter.
Six poems in three days, one or two of them might even be good.
Still breathing..........
Then there is the antique lawnmower that requires multiple pulls and a lot of fiddling to start... maybe I simply won't water this year except then the fire hazard of living on interface wakes me up in the middle of the night. Sigggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
And Berte-the-MG? Still under wraps and I'm not sure about licensing him this summer - what does this family need with ANother vehicle licenced? (yes, I know I have spelled it two different ways, my dictionary has been lifted from the desk and I'm giving you options) But he is such fun to drive if a bit persnickety mechanically on occasion which gives us more opportunities to miss The Sr Boy and be grateful for car club friends...... we'll see.... June is usually stinking awful weather-wise so maybe I'll wait until July and go for a couple of months of insurance....
Still waiting for the rest of the picky-detail stuff of the reno including getting the dodgasted subfloor heating (the only "special" thing I really asked for in the whole process) working which seems to require some guy from Quebec on his summer hols bringing a big piece of equipment that will blast 47 zillion volts of electricity through the wires to show where the fault is. Not so sure about the 47 zillion volts in wires that have a fault in them in my floor... maybe I should just get them to push the wires back into the wall, drywall over them and pretend that they don't exist. I am so tired of this project that was supposed to be done in a month. And the painting job that was supposed to be done while I was away last week??? Yeah, right.....
Last week??? Away???
Lorna Crozier at Naramata Centre.
Hard, hard work.
Many tears and much raucous laughter.
Six poems in three days, one or two of them might even be good.
Still breathing..........
posted by Another Joan at 9:12 a.m.
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