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Odds and Ends

10 Apr

Yesterday, The Squire and I spent most of our time ironing curtains and dust ruffles(me) and shortening and painting doors (him).

When I was working on the altar on Friday, I looked at the wrong chart and didn’t think we had flowers for Sunday, but later, while I was chatting with the secretary, I noticed the bulletin that we did indeed have flowers. In my panic I thought it was Saturday, but it was – thank Heaven! – only Friday, so I grabbed the liners and hustled up to the florist. I went up Saturday morning to collect the flowers, and then swung by church to put them on the side tables. I’d taken Blazer with me – I’ve developed a real phobia about driving alone – and he went into church with me. He has been trained not to go onto the chancel steps, but he wanders around and inspects things.

The Cub Scouts were having an indoor carnival and he went over and put his nose against the glass in the narthex doors. I could hear the boys yelling, “The dog is back! The dog is back!” so of course we had to go in and see what was going on over there. The Cubs normally meet on Monday nights and I used to go to knitting on Mondays, so Blazer was quite a popular figure over there. He wandered around, getting head scratches and belly rubs, and then we came on home.

When I got back, The Squire said he’s been painting on the front porch when a squirrel came up to the door, looked at him, looked at the seed bin, and then over his shoulder. The critter did this a couple of times, and then stood up, put his paws on the glass and started giving The Squire a real talking-to. “Table five is completely out of seed. The service in this place is dreadful. What does a squirrel have to do to get waited on around here?” The Squire got a scoop of seed and opened the door; he said the animal only went about six feet, and as soon as the seed hit the ground, he was on it. He didn’t even wait for the door to close!

About 4:00 or so,  my girlfriend and her husband (or, as The Squire phrases it, my boyfriend and his wife) swung by to ask if I wanted to ride to Costco with them. Why not? The Squire needed sodas and I was completely out of yeast, so I went along. I also picked up some Lutein for him and a bag of dried figs for myself. Managed to get out of the store for under $40.

 

 

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It’s Official

10 Nov

My head really is screwed on properly.

We went up yesterday morning and had X-rays made of my neck, and as far as I can tell, all is well. The washer that replaced the crushed disc  is clearly visible, and so is the plate that holds it all together.  The side view gives you a good look at my jaw; I quite obviously grew up before fluoride. What a metal mouth! I see the surgeon on Thursday morning, and that should be that.

Blazer and I went over to knitting last night – first time I’ve been out alone since the end of September.  The Cub Scouts meet in the hall while we meet in the office, and Blazer spent most of his time hangin’ out with the boys. He is such an attention hound! A good ear wiggle from every man, woman, and child in the room, and then he came into the office for some more loving and some dog treats. Are we spoiled? Oh, no, not us!

A young lady from church came over this morning to talk with me about planning her wedding next September. She is an orphan, and has sort of adopted The Squire and me as surrogate parents. She’s had a dreadful life, and if anybody deserves a bit of “happily ever after” it is her.  Working with her on this wedding is a strain, as she wants it all, and we have very different tastes and ideas. Every colour in the rainbow, fruit, flowers, ribbons – and that’s just the cake! She did select a very pretty wedding dress, quite restrained, actually, but for the two flower girls she is thinking lilac dresses with turquoise sashes. And lime green flowers.

I told her it was going to resemble Nanny McPhee, and she shivered with delight. “I know! Wasn’t that beautiful?”

Just keep repeating, “It’s not my wedding. It’s not my wedding. It’s not my wedding.”

Oy.