Catching My Breath

There are times when everything seems to go south, and even when you know it will work out, it wears you out. Waiting for things to get fixed. Waiting for Monday to call customer service. Waiting to hear from customer service. All the waiting is really pretty boring and aggravating. What do you do in between?

I waited. I made phone calls. I waited for answers. In between I realized that I was making myself crazy. So, some sewing. Shopping. Cleaning out the front flower bed (half way done, but today the wind is blowing and it’s stinking hot). The side patio, for container gardening, got chopped. I filled up the 96-gallon clippings bin with all sorts of things. The patio looks naked. However, it is also ready for next spring. Bulbs are dormant, and new ones will get popped in sometime soon.

I have been making myself a nightgown out of flannel. Sounds cozy, eh? Well, mine is not sweetly flowered flannel. No, it is gaudy and has a whole bunch of sharks swimming around.

Too cute, eh? I still need to put in the placket / casing for the elastic drawstring, pick out unwanted threads, and hem it.

The post office called me twice. Problem solved. (Thank you USPS!) Insurance administrator called. Problem solved. Ummmm, what else? That’s it.

Can you believe all this took a couple of weeks to get settled down?

12. Stuck (Inktober 2021)

A Santa Catastrophe

by Moi

Santa came to our house last night

The last stop on his weary flight,

Thinking of cookies or dreaming of beer.

Whatever, something happened I fear.

Headfirst he tumbled out of his sleigh

As all of his reindeer just flew away.

He fell straight down, downward into

Our old and tarry chimney flue.

Needless to say, he raised quite a fuss

And I heard many a new-to-me cuss.

We are not sure just what to do

So Santa is stuck in our dirty old flue.