Yippie Skippy it’s Friday!!!!!

And a very good morning to you all on this finally non-rainy day.  The magnolia blossoms that still hang on the tree are dripping dew but the sunshine behind them makes the drips diamonds. Lovely.

I’ll catch you up on old news first. Here’s the hubster’s finished mailbox post with the RB (RealBig) mailbox. I could fit both cats in it, although probably not comfortably.  Or quietly.

Right below the shelf for the box is the cubby for the BPP. Maybe I’ll call today to see if I can get delivery.

I’ve had bad dreams about the guy attaching another tube to this post. I’ll have to make sure they understand that there’s already  a slot for it.

Hmmmm. I can see myself sitting out there in a rocking chair and an afghan, corn cob pipe clamped in me mouth, vigilant against the tube man, protecting the integrity of the mailbox post.

Or, maybe I’ll just ask what day  it’ll be delivered, then put a note with an arrow: “BPP goes here.”

Leaning toward the corn cob pipe . . . An Appalachian Popeye of sorts. Or better yet? Mammy Yokum from L’il Abner. Wow. Dust the cobwebs off that memory.

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These hang on the back of my laundry room door. They are the hubster’s work pants that are too dirty to put back in the closet but not dirty enough to wash yet.

My problem with them is that for the first week, I jumped everytime I shut the door because I thought someone was there. Well, look at them! They appear to be inhabited!  Creepy.

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A friend and I went to see the Mummies exhibition at the Science Museum.  And here is my name in hieroglyphics. written horizontally on a cartouche shape drawn on the paper. Now, I know that a cartouche is vertical. And yet I followed the directions that were written horizontally.  Somehow prior knowledge was trumped by a misplaced direction. It could be the beginning of a good discussion about how the brain makes decisions.

Or, I could just chalk it up to multitasking: finding the appropriate symbol, tracing said symbol, listening to the docent explain hieroglyphics, and wondering if the docent knew that my friend, a former teacher of Egyptian history, knew boatloads more than she did about the language. And, of course, waiting for my friend to drop a knowledge bomb on the docent.

I’m sure you’ve either seen that happen or experienced it firsthand. I liken it to a beautiful tennis serve. Tossed up gently and smashed to the backcourt.  Politely if the docent/guide is nice; decisively if the person has been a know it all jerk about it.

I’ve seen/been a part of both. When it’s the latter, “Shazzaam!” resounds in my  mind.

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Okay, now for the tulips. Someone/thing chewed off the three pink tulip bulbs in my back garden, just as they were to open.  Drat! I’m thinking rabbit because the stems were tall and still standing there. I don’t think a squirrel could reach that high. But a rabbit could while balanced on those long back feet.

I could find only one of the delicately shaded bulbs on the ground. Rabbits eat tulips?? The backyard is fenced so I don’t think it could be deer. I have never had this happen before.  Any ideas?

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Well, we are loving having the house cleaned. A definite plus is that we are putting things away so that  PUBTCC (pick up before the cleaners come) is not so hectic. The hubster very sweetly asked me if this bothered me.

Not the pick up.

The not having all my stuff around me.

Awwwww…

I am known as the horizontal surface decorator.

I thought it sweet that he would ask. It isn’t bothering me. I still have the craft room where I can get my mess on!

One of the drawbacks to the cleaning, though, is the slippery bannisters. Because of the lymphedema in my right hand and arm, I always have a glove on. Gripping the handrails is difficult at night because of the thickness of the glove. The daytime glove is just as problematic because it is so smooth. I may have to ask them to not do such a good job on the bannisters for fear that I would ZOOP right down the stairs.

First world problem.

But I do have good news on the glove/sleeve front.  ( And yes, this is an official transition!)I am visiting a new fitter today for a new daytime and a new nighttime set of garments. And the possibility is there that the nighttime gear will be custom and will NOT have to be wrapped in bandages to make it tight enough.

Oh. My. Goodness. To not have bandages to wash, roll, hang up every two days, then roll, wrap, tape and unwrap every day is a possibility that boggles my mind. To not have two gallonZiploc bags filled with bandage rolls and gear in the suitcase whenever I travel. To be able to just go upstairs, get ready for bed and pull on a nighttime sleeve and glove and go to bed instead of trekking down to the basement where I keep the masking tape dispenser, bandage rolls, bandage roller—all that junk is bulky and needs to be stored somewhere.(see PUBTCC)(And then, of course, I turn on the tv and end up watching Colbert and staying up later than I intended)

I wonder what I will do with all that time? Part of me remembers when I yearned for the days when I wouldn’t be folding diapers, and had plans for that time. Ha!

Of course, there is the [possibility that I have misunderstood the fitter over the phone and that I will still need to bandage.

But, Gee Whiz, I hope not.

It looks like a weekend of good weather will be ours, so get outside and enjoy it!  And have a Funny Friday!

Love,

Janet