Greetings from the living room where I’m eating supper!

I usually try to write to you earlier in the day, but today I was working on the Blue Heron and keeping Buffy off the batik background and the ironing board. The latter is a full time job.

The other day I had even made her a nice comfy pad out of fleece to sit on while I work at the table. Personally I would think that the pad would be much more comfortable than the flat, thin batik on the wooden table.

Guess not.

It confuses me because last year when I was using the fleece to make a robe, she loved to sit on the fleece pattern pieces, and they had pins in them!!

I’m not sure if her actions are showing dominance or that she just wants to be as close as possible to me.  I’m guessing dominance because she’s got a crabby face when she does it. You’d think if she wanted to be close to me, she’d be all lovey dovey.

Maybe she’s trying to convince me to stop what I’m doing and pay attention to her.  Maybe it’s the upstairs equivalent of swinging from the chandelier!

She’s in the doghouse anyway for what happened last night,  or rather, very early this morning.

I was watching Craig Ferguson and just about to bandage my arm for the night when my phone rang.  It was close to midnight, who could be calling?

It was an 800 number.  Huh?  Maybe it was the phone company telling me that my minutes were 80% used up for the month. Not wanting to hear the bad news, I didn’t pick up. I figured I’d read the text they would send.

I was so wrong.

As soon as my phone stopped ringing, an alarm started sounding in Lance’s office behind me.  It was an alarm that I hadn’t heard before.

Within seconds I could hear Lance pounding down the stairs with the announcement that we had a water leak.

What??!  We have an alarm for water leaks??

“The carpet is wet!”

We walked into the laundry room to see the metal bowl that the water heater sits in full and brimming over with water.  That water was making its way to the carpet, slowly and surely, although not deeply.

And the cause? Under the laundry sink there was a PVC  pipe that came from the water heater that was supposed to be horizontal and draining into the floor drain.  Instead it was flipped up at the joint at a 45 degree angle.  And they say that you never use that geometry we learned in high school!

Well, that 45 degree angle was just enough to keep the water from the water heater from draining properly.

And who do you suppose was the one who flipped up that PVC pipe?  It had to be Buffy because Lance and I haven’t played under the laundry sink in ages.

Simply ages.

So, that’s why the cat is in the doghouse today.

Do not show her any compassion.  She shows no remorse.

Did you know that today is the anniversary of the first sale of the board game Monopoly?  Did you also know that during WWII the British Secret Service created fake charities to give the board games to the POW’s in German camps?

But these were no ordinary Monopoly games, because inside were real cash and the tokens were things that could be used as tools.

Sounds like James Bond’s country cousin, once removed.  But still clever.  You go, MI-6!!

Have a wonderful Wednesday!

Hugs,

Janet