My mom can't come to the blog right now. She's passed out on the floor of her office muttering something about laundry and cable vision and cell phones and joining that monastery in Greece where they bring the food up in a big basket.
(At least that what she remembers her mo-ther telling her when she was little. "If you're not a good girl, I'm going to send you to Greece and put you in the basket that they pull up the big mountain to the monastery where they've never seen women and where you'll be taught how to behave properly and stop being such a general pest.")
The repairman came bright and early this morning to fix the new washing machine. His name is Ed, and he was the most smartly dressed fellow I've ever seen carrying a tool box. Very impressive, I must say, especially when you consider that he spent the better part of an hour and a half sprawled out on the laundry room floor.
Turns out that the brand new washing machine is sickly, and is in need of a "door locking sensor" or some such thing, and since he didn't have this particular thing on his immaculate and well-stocked truck, he'll be back on Monday.
So this means that Mo-ther and I will have to sort through the mountain of laundry that has accumulated in both of our closets, and we'll have to schlep over to Aunt Chrissy's for a little wash, rinse, spin, and tumble dry action.
I don't mind this at all, since I love my Aunt Chrissy and could spend hours and hours looking deeply into her eyes while conversing about the general idiocy of her sister/my mo-ther, but my pesky cousin Bosco and my stupid mo-ther make this type of interaction almost impossible. Bosco decides to act like a maniac every time I go over there, and my mo-ther goes into hyper "OMG! Don't pee on anything in Aunt Chrissy's house!" mode to the point of distraction. It is, in short, a big pain in my bottom.
Progress continues on the crewel sampler:
I must say that Mom seems to be stepping out of her comfort zone on this one, since it would seem that there are no discernible grid lines on the fabric to keep her stitches perfectly straight. She holds her breath a lot while stitching this, but as time goes on, I'm sure that her propensity for wanting everything to be perfect will abate a bit and she will just get on with the business of things as they are meant to be and not how she sees them in that whole "alternative universe" that she's got going on in her head.
As for me, I am suffering mightily with these bloody allergies. They usually don't hit me until the Autumn, so I am rather peeved that my summer days are spent in full-on miserableness mode. My eyes are rather swollen and I have taken to squinting in a rather amusing fashion that Mo-ther insists makes me look like Clint Eastwood, so I try to avoid looking in her general direction at all costs so as to avoid the disgraceful puddle of giggles that ensues.
I do expect to feel better very soon, since I've made an appointment with my health care provider tomorrow afternoon. Mo-ther thinks I'm going to a pawticure, but I'm planning to score some industrial strength antihistamines instead.
Cheerio and all of that, my dear friends. I hope that you are enjoying your Wednesday and that you know I send my very best wishes for a lovely day!
With love from your pal,
Stewey
(At least that what she remembers her mo-ther telling her when she was little. "If you're not a good girl, I'm going to send you to Greece and put you in the basket that they pull up the big mountain to the monastery where they've never seen women and where you'll be taught how to behave properly and stop being such a general pest.")
The repairman came bright and early this morning to fix the new washing machine. His name is Ed, and he was the most smartly dressed fellow I've ever seen carrying a tool box. Very impressive, I must say, especially when you consider that he spent the better part of an hour and a half sprawled out on the laundry room floor.
Turns out that the brand new washing machine is sickly, and is in need of a "door locking sensor" or some such thing, and since he didn't have this particular thing on his immaculate and well-stocked truck, he'll be back on Monday.
So this means that Mo-ther and I will have to sort through the mountain of laundry that has accumulated in both of our closets, and we'll have to schlep over to Aunt Chrissy's for a little wash, rinse, spin, and tumble dry action.
I don't mind this at all, since I love my Aunt Chrissy and could spend hours and hours looking deeply into her eyes while conversing about the general idiocy of her sister/my mo-ther, but my pesky cousin Bosco and my stupid mo-ther make this type of interaction almost impossible. Bosco decides to act like a maniac every time I go over there, and my mo-ther goes into hyper "OMG! Don't pee on anything in Aunt Chrissy's house!" mode to the point of distraction. It is, in short, a big pain in my bottom.
Progress continues on the crewel sampler:
I must say that Mom seems to be stepping out of her comfort zone on this one, since it would seem that there are no discernible grid lines on the fabric to keep her stitches perfectly straight. She holds her breath a lot while stitching this, but as time goes on, I'm sure that her propensity for wanting everything to be perfect will abate a bit and she will just get on with the business of things as they are meant to be and not how she sees them in that whole "alternative universe" that she's got going on in her head.
As for me, I am suffering mightily with these bloody allergies. They usually don't hit me until the Autumn, so I am rather peeved that my summer days are spent in full-on miserableness mode. My eyes are rather swollen and I have taken to squinting in a rather amusing fashion that Mo-ther insists makes me look like Clint Eastwood, so I try to avoid looking in her general direction at all costs so as to avoid the disgraceful puddle of giggles that ensues.
I do expect to feel better very soon, since I've made an appointment with my health care provider tomorrow afternoon. Mo-ther thinks I'm going to a pawticure, but I'm planning to score some industrial strength antihistamines instead.
Cheerio and all of that, my dear friends. I hope that you are enjoying your Wednesday and that you know I send my very best wishes for a lovely day!
With love from your pal,
Stewey
Hang in there dear Stewey! I'm suffering with the same stuff too. Guess it goes with the territory here in the allergy capitol of the world. Tell Mother the stitching is looking quite awesome.
ReplyDeleteohhh stewie hope you feel better soon and that the washing machine gets fixed soon ... and the stitching is looking fab:) love mouse xxx
ReplyDeleteOh, Stewey! You poor dear thing! I hope you feel better soon. And maybe you should teach that wicked Bosco a thing or two when you go over to Aunt Chrissy's. As a Jack Russell, I know you have it in you to truly be bigger than you are.
ReplyDeleteAw...you poor thing. Allergy eye drops really help with the swelling eyes. Tell Mo-ther her stitching is absolutely beautiful! I am in awe, as usual.
ReplyDeleteStewey. I hope you know enough to take advantage of your poorly condition to rack up a few extra treats.
ReplyDeleteDear Stewey, I hope your health care provider, provides the said necessary help smartly and that you will soon be feeling like your old self again very soon.
ReplyDeletePoor M-o-t-h-e-r, like most mothers everywhere, dirty laundry is a totally unacceptable thing so I hope the washing machine is fixed promptly.
Also remember, anything that is ejected from the front end usually entails caring comments and sympathy. However, rear end ejections on anything from that general area, usually do not.
I hope that wasn't harsh advice dear Stewey.
Poor thingo, these allergies are no fun. Hoping for your mother that the washing machine is fixed soon. Please tell your mum that her stitching looks simply fantastic.
ReplyDeleteOhh...did I ever mention that I'm a Clint Eastwood fan..lol
Ah Stewey. So sorry to hear you have a cold/allergies. I do hope you feel better soon (although I must admit you have not lost your reason or sense of humor). Mo-ther's stitching is progressing beautifully. Thank you so much for sharing the picture. :) Cathryn
ReplyDeleteHee Hee, Clint Eastwood! I go into full panic mode here whenever my laundry facilities get sickly. We are very quickly buried in dirties if I don't do a couple of loads a day.
ReplyDeleteYour embroidered alphabet is coming along beautifully. Today, I found this website that you might like that is written by Nora Corbet of Milibilia.
ReplyDeletehttp://www.needlenthread.com/
It has articles on various kinds of embroidery. If you go to their "How To Videos" you can find tutorials on many embroidery stitches. Hope you like it! Addie
Wow, allergies instead of a cold. Hope the meds work. Coni, your description and visual of the accident the other day has me laughing out loud - thanks, I needed that. I am glad you got the girl back where she belonged without too much incident (after all, I didn't see it on the national news). I love the progress on the crewel work. Haven't done that for years, about 40, since I was a small gal! Or should I say young gal!
ReplyDeleteStewey dear, I hope you feel better soon! Good luck with the medicine--it can be so hard to get the doctor to do what you tell him to do these days.
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