Greetings, Friends!

Oh my goodness! It is 5:20 and it is still light outside! We need to celebrate! The longer days are returning bit by bit.

I think I will celebrate by killing the bottle of wine that I was so proud of not finishing last night. Hahahahaha!

And I have more to celebrate! I am finally retired. I know, I know. This happened years ago, you say.  Yep. Six years to be exact.  But then I subbed, so I wasn’t REALLY retired.  Yes, you could argue that I could pick and choose the days I wanted to work, but why would you want to argue?  I mean, really.  The point is that I was still in work mode.

Why do I now know, then,  for sure that I am retired? I don’t want to work.  Well, Janet, you say, if that’s the requirement for being retired, there are millions who qualify.

Yes, but, keep in mind we are just talking about me here. Focus!

A teacher friend asked me the other day if I would sub for her. I thought about it for two whole seconds. And, although I wanted to help her out, I didn’t want to teach all day.

Whoa! That was big.

I must be finally retired.

Hence the celebration.

I am moving on.

Part of the moving on involves my new sewing machine named Judy.  Doesn’t everybody name their sewing machines? Well, I do, so get over it.

Sewing with this machine is like gliding through the air, free from gravity, able to soar to new heights, and flutter softly to the ground when necessary.  It is so easy to use that struggling with tension and thread nests and skipped stitches is a thing of the past. There are so many easy to use features that I swear there’s a button for a cabana boy to bring me  a margarita. Seriously!  His name is Ramon.

As much as I have moved on, though, I still retain the essence of me. Which is good. And a big part of me is klutziness. Yep. Good old fashioned klutziness.  It is nothing that has changed with the advent of technology, the speed with which we communicate now, or today’s politics. Somethings never change and klutziness, I’m proud to say, is one of those things.

Today’s title involves some of this klutziness and the recipient was poor Buffy, the cat.

As I was getting ready to volunteer at school today, putting on makeup and such, I had to step over Buffy who, of course, had laid out fully in the doorway to the bathroom. I thought I had cleared her, but a loud screech and an orange blur let me know that I hadn’t. Poor Buffy.

And then I looked down to where she had been and saw, to my dismay, that there was a big hunk of cat hair. Oh dear.  Part of Buffy had been under my foot when she screeched and left.  Now there’s no way to tell if the hair hunk was torn out when I stepped on it or when she ran, but I still feel terrible.

And, if that wasn’t enough, within five minutes I threw a pair of jeans on her.

Again, accidentally.

I have a straight stairway, so I often toss things down the stairs: last night’s compression bandages, the sheets I just took off the bed, jeans that I want to be sure to wash. I once showed that to my mom, just to indicate the efficiency of the whole deal. She marveled at it because she wouldn’t be able to do it at home due to the 180 degree turn with two landings. I do it just so I don’t have to carry that stuff down the stairs due to the rest of the things I am carrying down stairs. You know, part mom, part mule.

Then, when I get downstairs, I pick it up, carry it to the next stairway and heft it down that stairway, too. It’s a great way to get rid of any excess frustration, throwing things down the stairs. Soft things. Things  that don’t mar the wallpaper.

But, sometimes, as like today, I am already in the wind up before I see that there is a cat in the way. I only saw Buffy’s face peeking out of a cat pop up play cube as the jeans were sailing down right toward her upturned face. She didn’t have anytime to get out of the way. Poor Buffy.

And yet I couldn’t stop giggling as I told the hubster the whole story minutes later.

Buffy promptly began swinging on the chandelier.

I guess I deserved it.

Well, it’s dark now and the wine is long gone. It’s leftovers for dinner, so I could use the time to sew.  😉

Have a frabjulous Friday and don’t forget to smile!

Love,

Janet