Friday morning when Andy went to take a shower, he was very sad to discover there was no water. Luckily the water man was able to come out later that morning, and several hours and a bunch of $$$ later, we had water again. Water Man had to replace the electric cable going from the surface to the pump, 310 feet below. That is a lot of cable.
Our new kitchen counters have a grudge against glass. This week, the counters have destroyed a glass storage jar and my favorite FiestaWare drinking glass. Stone is very unforgiving. We probably should have installed cork counters instead.
I miss Buddy. It’s strange to be outside without him around. Every now and then, Anya will start talking about him, and I’m caught off guard. The silver lining is there is less peeing outside the litter box in the house, and Little Kitty seems to have become a new, much more happy cat.
I quilled yesterday. Since when is “quill” a verb, you ask? What is quilling? Pretty much, it’s rolling thin strips of paper around a thing that looks like an icepick (back in the days they used a quill). You make little circles or teardrops or other shapes, and then put many of them together to make a flower or snowflake or whatever. There is a lot of squinting involved.
Anya and I built a house for her fairies out of a small box. It’s more like a shack, but I guess with a little glittler glue even a shack can be fabulous.
I’ve cooked dinner every weeknight for the past two weeks. No mac and cheese, though I did use hamburger helper one day. I really need to do a menu plan because really the worst part of cooking is figuring out what to make.
Our dishwasher still isn’t hooked up. Boo.
Last weekend Anya wanted to make a snowman. We went outside, but the snow was powder and wouldn’t stick together. The next day, the snow started melting, so we were able to make a snowman. Anya kept singing the Frosty song, and when we put the hat on the snowman, Anya said, “Happy Birthday!” And then she was extremely sad because the snowman did not come to life. We explained to her that we did not have a magic hat, alas. She seemed to recover quickly from this setback.
Doing a load of laundry every day really is easier than doing waiting and doing several loads all at once. It only takes a few minutes to get everything folded and put away. The only downside is that Anya doesn’t have much time to jump on the bed and dance to Strawberry Shortcake in the time it takes me to fold one load of clothes. Oh well, sacrifices.
The other day Anya said, “My baby cousin is in my Aunt Becca’s tummy.” Last weekend, she had an imaginary baby we had to carry around. We had to put the baby in her car seat, carry the car seat out to the car, and put the car seat in the seat next to Anya. She got very upset if we left the baby behind. I’ve heard of kids having imaginary friends, but imaginary babies? Will she grow up into an imaginary friend?
I made a little color matching game for Anya that uses paint chips and clothes pin. I saw the activity on Me? A Mom?, but I think I had more fun with it than Anya did.
I hung out with my scrapbook pals yesterday and finished my 2008 book. Time to start 2009! I want to buy a bunch of new inks for the 2009 book, but, alas, I am retired. Where is my SS check!?!?
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Wow! You have been busy! I am sorry to hear about the water. How Terrible! I am glad you enjoyed quilling and got your 2008 book done.
You also need to break out the crockpot for some easy dinners!!! I like the idea of 1 load of laundry a day! Way to go! I might try that myself.
I was cleaning up yesterday and had a small, long rectangular box. I hesitated before I put it in the paper bin, because it could be another fairy house. Then I realized it would really be a fairy trailer.
Wow! You have been busy! I am sorry to hear about the water. How Terrible! I am glad you enjoyed quilling and got your 2008 book done.
You also need to break out the crockpot for some easy dinners!!! I like the idea of 1 load of laundry a day! Way to go! I might try that myself.
I was cleaning up yesterday and had a small, long rectangular box. I hesitated before I put it in the paper bin, because it could be another fairy house. Then I realized it would really be a fairy trailer.
Sounds like you are enjoying being retired.
Speaking of imaginary babies…when I was pregnant with Rebecca, Andy would put a throw pillow under his shirt and tell me HE had a baby in his tummy.