Grab bag
April 16, 2012 by Cynthia
Meltdown Sunday morning, but it took a single laugh to displace me into a Zen-like calm.
Or possibly my brain exploded, and this is all that’s left. I’m up for either one.
With my one-and-only show of the year about two weeks away I was far too low on glassstuff to sell,* my taxes aren’t done (can you say “extension?” or possibly “what’s new?”) and sundry disasters loomed:
- Half the plumbing in the house is leaking. Badly.
- A dead pinetree in the front yard needs to be taken down before it helpfully flops over on its own
- Moss is on my roof (for heaven’s sake, I *LOVE* the moss on my roof, it makes me look proudly lumberjacky and northwest native-like and it’s a gorgeous green but the neighbors give me warning looks and say I MUST do something about it or I. WILL. BE. SORRY. Sigh)
- Lola saw a bird in the window, jumped to the mantle for a better view, displacing a lovely ceramic sculpture which is now in six pieces.
- My very last computer caught fire (well, the motherboard started smoking, anyway)
- The antmind picked this week for its annual home invasion, and the bug guys are coming, which means I must move everything away from the baseboards, clear away the bushes from the house outside and board the cats for the day
- My brain is yammering too much to make glass
It culminated in a massive tantrum Sunday morning, fortunately aimed at no one, although the cats stood carefully on the highest ledge and watched me for signs of cat-eating tendencies. I stomped around the house getting nothing much done but doing a lot of growling. Stomped over to my parents’ house for my sister Suzi’s birthday party, arrived late. Sat there glowering while the already-fed family waited for me to finish dinner so we could have birthday cake. Grumble. Grumble.
And then Suzi casually mentioned something she’d seen on craigslist, looking for a used dining room hutch:
The dude writing the ad called it “Wayne’s coating.”
Instead of “wainscoting.”
I burst out laughing, and all of a sudden things were OK again. The plumbers did a good job. I got a new iMac. The sculpture is easy to glue together. The bug guys can come after the show. The moss and the tree can take their chances and I know how to file an extension.
Funny how one good belly laugh can change your outlook.
Can you say “life is grand?”
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glad you made it through that horrid day w/o bursting info flames! i know you will love your new iMac, you know how to handle adhesives but looking into closed cabinets with glass doors may be a good place for those breakables the girls try to go thru rather than around. and you’ll have enuf things to sell by the time the show gets here
remember to breathe too 