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Monday, December 26, 2005

The day after

Jerry Wightman (see blogroll) lives in Phoenix, has college age sons, is a pilot, and has what I would call an interesting life story. He's a brand new blogger (2 posts so far, the latest with family photos) and probably wouldn't mind talking to someone other than himself.

We all survived the big day in good shape; I can't say as much for the night that followed. I woke up to find Rochelle piled in between us. She hasn't done that in a couple of years. Turns out I slept through a frightening thunderstorm. Rochelle doesn't do thunder well.

When we looked at my old van later on in the day, the paint had all curled and much of it had peeled off the roof and hood (bonnet to the U.K.). The only thing we can think of is lightning. Strange because a car is usually the safest place to be but there was no hail and the car has been rained on a few times in its 14 years.

I've said facetiously on more than on occasion that God was going to strike me dead for some of my more outlandish pronouncements. Maybe this was a near miss? At least He nailed the old van, not the new one.

I should have taken a picture. It's very hard to describe.

The girls have had a good day. Sometimes they suffer from post Christmas trauma but not yet this time around.

The window over the sink struck a chord with many of the commenters. I remembered that Peg Bracken of "I Hate to Cook" and "I Hate to Housekeep" fame also wrote a book called "A Window Over the Sink". I believe she'd just moved to Hawaii and her only contribution to the floor plan of her new home was her insistence on a window over the sink.

Most of the other comments were about the blog photo. It seemed to be unanimous approval so it's there, red face, shiny nose and all. I'm getting used to it. Thanks for input and words of cheer. I've been reluctant to let a camera within a hundred feet.

Andie, thanks for the compliments about the girls. I think they're beautiful as well.

I think I've already answered all the others. If I missed you, I apologize.

Something strange is happening every time I type an apostrophe. Something called a "find" tool bar pops up at the bottom. Don't know what's up with that but it's a nuisance. Three times in that last sentence alone. I think it only happens in Blogger.

I spent today putting away clean laundry that I'd let pile up since Thursday night. It was folded and on hangars but still a job. Had to run out after a few things (we were somehow out of bread and how can you have turkey sandwiches without bread?). Being without a car for so long, I lost track a little on what we needed. Took two girls and Ray along. They brought Elcie back a treat.

Other than that, I did a whole lot of nothing. No need to cook - we have leftovers.

It's after 10:00 p.m. and I'm actually thinking of going to bed early. Maybe I'm the one suffering from post-holiday trauma instead of the girls.

Good night.


Andrea said...

the van was hit!!! a sure sign that you need to be ride if it,
check the breaks before driving if it has any computer system of any kind

Gawdessness said...

Andrea is right, this is the universe's way of showing you that the van's time really has come and you can let it go freely :).

I love the I Hate To... books. I think I have read three of them. Cooking and cleaning and manners as well as the window over the sink.

As I said before we don't have one and it breaks my heart. It is the only house I have ever lived in that doesn't have one.

It was renovated in the eighties, before we got here and for some insane reason, a window there was not included!

I love ipod momma's window though!

L. said...

I don`t know how you do it, Granny. You have WAY more energy than I do. I get tired just from reading your posts.

I now have a window over my sink, with a lovely view of....the side of our neighbor`s house. You know what I really loved? In the last two places we lived in Tokyo, including the place we bought, the sink was open to the living room, so I could wash dishes and talk to people and watch the kids play. This was one silver lining of having a tiny kitchenette instead of a real kitchen.