- Apr 9, 2011
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My MIL sent me this for Xmas:
>Snipped for enviable chicken batik<
Really nice. I need to get some chicken pictures people have given me framed; I've finally managed to frame a lovely hand-painted white charmeuse tie that was in danger of being ruined. Oh, well: Aunt Julia's House of unfinished projects.
That picture I brought back from China had chickens, didn't it? I was prescient. Who knew we'd end up with chickens?
Yeah, it does; Anna got me a reproduction of a Japanese painting of roosters in Amsterdam last year, too. Reality keeps intervening on the framing stuff, though- the tie was getting ruined, so it had to be done, but other stuff...
For instance? Today? I was supposed to get a fasting blood draw, but when I went to let Ruby out for the fourth time since 6:30, the back door knob lock was totally broken. Broken locked of course; I knew it was going to. I spent more time than I had last spring looking for one that would work with a round drilled steelclad mobile home standard door, with no luck (even the one I thought would work was mislabelled; someone had repacked a broken lock in a wrong-brand case: luckily it was free). So now instead of getting a blood draw, going out to breakfast, buying a Christmas tree, coming home and doing chores and going out again to get groceries and chicken feed, all of which still have to be done, I have to figure out how to open that door and plug up the knob-hole; luckily it has a separate deadbolt so I don't have to figure out how to fix it all the way right now today immediatly.
The rational thing would be to replace the whole door with a new one, especially since it's so out of true that the outside air comes in as if it weren't even closed. I'll get right on buying that winning Lotto ticket.
It's a little hard not to take this personally, since it's about the ninetieth thing to go wrong in thois fashion this year.
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