I've been back now about three weeks so what have I been doing?
Well there was emptying the trailer, finding a place to store it and taking it there. Backing into the space still gives me the heebee-jeebies! I don't know if I'll be able to do it if there is a trailer parked on each side-as I'm told there will be, egad! Looking for another place to store it.
There was cleaning the house, laundry and putting things away. Mostly done except for the kitchen where I continue to make messes! (Yesterday I baked bread. It tastes lovely, has nice texture but its a seed bread and the seeds aren't involved in the tasting- they need to be more or bigger or something.) I have a growing pile of things to take out and put back into the trailer- I think Sunday.
There was attacking the weeds that had grown as tall as I am! The tomatoes and peppers were found in the process and the tomatoes tied up. Then the ground just got too hard, now we've had a bit of rain so I need to get back at it among the sunflowers which are done for the season so they go too. Need to mow, too. Weeds are a never ending thing-sort of like housework.
I've sewn patches on the boys blankets, still have mine to do-only two. Whenever I sew on the patches I wonder what possessed me to make these quilts! Especially if the patches have intricate shapes to them! The boys love them though so I'll keep on sewing them on.
I stayed at Beth's house last week with the boys while they went on a cruise. I am too old for getting three boys out the door to school! Even if two of them do a lot of their own stuff to get ready.
About three days after I got home I was sitting in the living room about 9pm, which I rarely ever do but I had wet hair and was waiting for it to dry some before I got in bed to read. It began to rain. I heard, splat---splat----splat. Water dripping somewhere, got up and looked for it didn't see anything wet. Looked up at the ceiling--bulging drywall. Stepped on the little ladder and touched it. Instead of the hard drywall I expected I got soft and squishy! Then the paint broke and the splat---splat was hitting the floor! My roof was replaced in 2008 after a hail storm so it shouldn't be leaking! Called the roofing company, they sent someone out straight away who went up on the roof and found the reason for splat---splat! A BULLET HOLE! From some idiot firing a gun into the air, they said it was very common-check your roof! The company fixed the roof and even though it wasn't their fault didn't charge me. Now I only have to have the ceiling fixed to the tune of $800, sigh. At least the bullet went into my roof and not into a person.
Everyday I have wished I was anywhere but here! Mostly, back in Montana.
1 comment:
Good grief!! A bullet hole. Thank goodness it was only the roof and not you! We have plenty of gun-toting halfwits over here too. People never seem to think of the consequences of their actions these days. we've had a run of hot windy days and hay fever has hit with a vengeance. The garden is doing okay but desperately needs a good soaking rain. I have some black Scotty dogs to sew back on to my son's quilt - the original thread has perished. I'm going to try and sew around them on the machine - free motion style. Wish me luck!
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