Monday Morning and Life’s A Puddle

Bright and Early

Woke up at 4:30 this morning and I was AWAKE. Ordering myself to “Forget it,” I rolled over and tried to go back to sleep, but fifteen minutes later I concluded it was a lost cause. Besides, one can always blog.🙂

Made myself some coffee and decided to wash up the few collected dishes. As I was standing at the kitchen sink my memory went back to the old Monday morning wash day. Back in the day, one of my favorite tasks was getting up early Monday morning and tackling “Mount Washmore,” as the FlyLady calls it. And I was thinking, “It’s a shame I dealt with all the laundry Saturday. Now I don’t even have one load to put in this morning.”

A minute later I looked down and found myself standing in a small puddle of water. My first thought was that I must have really sloshed, but then I saw water pooled in and dripping out of the kitchen sink cupboard as well. Apparently our kitchen tap, one of these combination gooseneck things that pulls apart to give you a sprayer, has given up the ghost and had leaked seriously around the join. My brain registered, “Grab rags —immediately!”

The water had spread around a fair bit, so I used a number of towels to sop it all up. They’re in the washer now. Does this serve me right for longing for the good old Monday morning washday. Oh, well, the cupboard got emptied and cleaned out, too. Last week I was making a start at doing a proper fall housecleaning, so this will just be part of the programme.

When Bob got up he tried tightening it at the joint (which is a screw together affair) so here’s hoping it will work okay now.

The hummingbird showed up just before 6 am, so I kept scaring him off coming and going from the rag cupboard and the washer. Maybe by now she’s come back and had her fill. The one bully male that policed the feeders and wouldn’t let the others near hasn’t been around since Wednesday, so I’m thinking he’s headed south already.

Our Daily prompt word today is expert so I’ll share a little tale I read one time:

A professional psychologist was constantly admonishing parents to “Love the child.” An expert in his field, the doctor encouraged all his clients and his neighbors as well, “Children need to be shown love and kindness.”

Then one day he had a new concrete pathway poured in his back yard. A few minutes later he looked out and saw a neighbor boy tromping through the wet concrete. He rushed out, grabbed the boy, and was about to give him a good cuff on the ear when a neighbor woman saw what was about to happen. She quickly shouted out her window, “Remember, doctor. Love the child.”

“To which he replied, “I do love him — in the abstract. But I DON’T love him in the concrete!”

CHEATER?

We’re spending a quiet Sunday evening at home, so I decided to start working on a jigsaw puzzle this evening — and this choice generated my response for today’s daily prompt word: cheat.

I dumped the pieces out of the table and see that there will be no cheating here: I didn’t find even two pieces clicked together. Mind you, this puzzle is only a small one, easily done in an evening without any extra “assistance.”

There have been a few times I took the lid off a puzzle box I’d borrowed or bought at a garage sale and discovered the person who did it last had nicely put the puzzle back into the box in chunks. My fingers twitched as I faced the solemn choice to cheat or not to cheat. At times, I confess, I did cheat — especially if the puzzle contained 1000 pieces. I’ve saved myself hours of work by laying the chunks out carefully and joining them with the loose pieces that fit in around them.

What about you, dear reader? Given the opportunity, would you ever cheat at jigsaw puzzles? Or would you go the honest route and dutifully break those chunks into individual pieces and start right from scratch?

Then when you’ve completed the picture, do you ever put large puzzles back into the box in chunks to make life easy for the next puzzler? Wretched thing that I am, I break apart every last piece — or as close to it as I can manage — before putting the pieces into a plastic bag and then into the box. After all, one doesn’t wish to encourage cheating. Right?

I’m also getting to know more about my new (to me) computer, which was prepared and set up here on Friday. So good to be functional again; I wandered around rather lost for a day and a half, not being able to check my e-mail. However, I spent the time profitably in cleaning up my sewing room. It’s just that my feet automatically wandered into the office every few minutes without me consciously directing them. Is that what you’d call a habit or an addiction?

My old computer, loaded with the seriously outdated Windows XP, was getting so slow and unwilling otherwise as well. I see that I can now access sites I couldn’t before. The few computer games I indulge in via Lumosity brain training work so much better; clicking response is faster now. Windows 10 may take a bit of getting used to, but so far I haven’t encountered any real problems.

Now I’d best go finish my puzzle. Wishing you all a great week ahead.

Obviously

Today is our youngest granddaughter’s birthday, so obviously we’re going to celebrate. While I don’t believe in wasteful extravagance or drowning children in expensive presents, we have bought a card and a few things as a gift for her.

I’m glad we live in a land/society where we do celebrate birthdays. Back when I was young there was little in the way of celebration, but my mom always baked a birthday cake around the time and I likely got a little gift like a book. Mind you, I was their only child — or the only child living with them — at that point. They were actually my aunt & uncle and their own son, twelve years older than I, was married and gone from home at age eighteen.

I never remember getting one thing from my grandma, but I had so little rapport with her at any time. Also, she had a number of grandchildren and even a few greats by then. A poor widow herself, she probably couldn’t afford to do much even if she’d had the inclination, but she really didn’t like children and especially my birth family.

I wonder how many of you others got cards or gifts for birthdays? I’m thinking fifty years ago it just wasn’t done. Actually, both my families struggled to make ends meet — and Mom V spent whatever she had at the bar — so buying fancy greeting cards wasn’t done except at Christmas. You always sent Christmas cards.

I bought some fabric (dress goods) yesterday so it’s obvious I plan to sew myself a new dress soon. I have several half-finished things to deal with, but it’s always nice to start something new.😉 Also, my dear hubby is taking my computer away this afternoon. I need an upgrade to Windows and we’ve decided that since this computer is historic by now — from back in 2004 — we’d better just get a new (to us) one.  The tech is going to transfer all my files. I’m hoping for no glitches.

I saw a tiny greenish form hunched over our hummingbird feeder this morning, so obviously they are still with us. Several more were around later, but this one male seems to think that’s his place in the world and is usually there first thing in the morning. I’m glad they’re still around; I’ll miss the little guys when they’re gone.

It’s obvious now that my husband is ready to go and thinks I should be, too. So I’ll say adieu for the present. I won’t be posting for a few days. Take care everyone.

Daily Prompt Word: obvious

What’s His Story?

The Apple Vendor

by Edgar Guest

The apple man upon the corner worries me a lot.
I wonder if he sells enough to pay his rent or not?
I wonder if he lives alone, or has he children small,
and just how many apples he must sell to feed them all?

It’s no concern of mine, of course — I’ve never learned his name —
I don’t know where he goes to, nor from whence the fellow came.
And yet I never see him on the corner with his box
but I wonder how he stands it in those worn-out shoes and socks.

I wonder as I pass him what misfortune cut him down
and left him selling apples on some corner of the town;
and if his wife is grateful for the little that he gives
and what he does on Sunday and just where it is he lives.

I wonder who his friends are, and is he what he seems,
or a man of high ambitions in the wreckage of his dreams?
And has he wasted chances or done everything he could?
And a thousand other questions which I wish I understood.

~~~
From the Collected Verse of Edgar A. Guest
© 1934 by the Reilly & Lee Company

A Rare Bird Appears

Looking out my window this afternoon I caught my second sighting of the long gray bird with its bright white front. We saw one perched upright a couple of days ago in the chokecherry shrub right at the edge of our yard, facing us. I got only a brief look at it before it flew off. I made several guesses as to its species, but lacked enough info for a positive ID.

Today when I saw it in almost the same place, it was facing south so I got a good side view of it. I could especially see its long, thin tail. I quickly grabbed the binoculars, which are never far away from our primary bird-sighting spot, and trained it on the bird. Now I’m convinced that it’s a northern mockingbird. Likely a young one, as its colors aren’t so clearly defined yet. Its top half appeared all gray, without the clear black & white wing bars of an adult, while its front was a clean white. Its face was mainly gray with maybe a bit of darkening around the eye. Here’s a photo courtesy of Pixabay.

northern-mockingbird-541233_640Have any of you bird-watchers found that peering through binoculars is one way to jeopardize your chances of getting a good long look at a bird? At least if it catches you peering. It almost seems like they can look back through the binoculars and see your eyes staring at them, for they soon remember an important engagement elsewhere. I did get a minute to take note of this bird’s features before it started getting antsy; a minute later it left for a more sheltered spot.

According to our bird book this is the very northern edge of northern mockingbird’s summer range. I’ve only ever seen one other here, perched in a treetop one morning in late summer. Maybe they only flutter up this far later in the season, a last long look at the summer resort before they head south? Or maybe they’re especially fond of chokecherries and range farther afield to get the last ones. It any rate seeing one again was a delight.

I managed to toss in the daily prompt word, jeopardize, though it’s quite incidental here.

Other than this, I haven’t got so much to say for the day. Today is really warm again, so we’re having a lazy Sunday summer afternoon. We attended church, had lunch followed by both of us having long naps in our recliners. (Thankfully the cats permitted us.) Now it must be time to take another pill — and maybe start a jigsaw puzzle.