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!”