The Progeny
We left in July...
...and came back in August.
July 31 through August 7, to be exact, but if you don't tell people the numbers, it almost sounds as though we've been on a cruise :-)
Things are getting back to normal.
For instance, the minute I walked from the breezeway into the house I was accosted with the smell of "Dead Mouse."
(this doesn't make sense, since I un-sprung all the mouse traps before leaving)
Oh...and it was coming from the laundry room, with which I shall be communing off and on throughout the day.
So now I have yet another decision to make: Do I play "Hunt the Gray Mouse" or do I just stick a closepin on my nose when doing laundry and hope the smell fades before Laurel and Robert arrive next week?
And by the way, that term "breezeway" is something of a misnomer. There is no breeze wafting gently through that small place that houses the garden tools. It's more of an "Interim" between the garage and house. I like that term because it sounds all Latin-y and highfalutin.
"Sheol" would be another appropriate tag, but that doesn't sound nearly so light and airy as "breezeway."
On the "Oh rats I for-GOT" front, I came home and discovered I'd forgotten to put the leftover milk into the freezer before leaving. Now we not only can't have cereal, but I had to pour 3/4 of a jug of milk down the sink. It was a spoiled goner and I may has well have tossed 3 bucks in the trash.
Fortunately there are many bagels in the freezer and apples left over from the trip.
In other news, I keep hearing a clanking sound in the basement, every time one of the 3000 pumps or motors turns off and on. I'll have to remember to say something to Loren...
Also today, my sister-in-law, Cindy, should be stopping by for a quick visit. I'll just tell her to hold her nose if she has to walk past the laundry room, ha, ha.
Ethan hasn't gotten up yet, but I suppose it will do him good to sleep off his sickness. He was so hoarse yesterday that he couldn't even talk, and that's probably killing him even more than the sore throat.
Well, you know what they say: one man's curse...
Oh, and I just discovered where the dead mouse was...in the washer, underneath the first load of towels I justimbued with dead rodent aromawashed.
I can tell this is going to be a good day.
One more thing, please keep Sharon in your prayers today.
She hurt her wrists on the second day of the reunion, running into the gym wall during relay games. She had it x-rayed at an urgent care clinic. The results were inconclusive on the one, as to whether it was broken, but they wrapped it up with a splint and suggested she have follow-up with an orthopedic specialist. The other one is sore but not broken.
She has a six hour drive back to Indiana by herself, and I'm sure would appreciate your prayers.
(one last word of thanks goes to the Internet, for finally letting me post after trying for 3 hours)
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July 31 through August 7, to be exact, but if you don't tell people the numbers, it almost sounds as though we've been on a cruise :-)
Things are getting back to normal.
For instance, the minute I walked from the breezeway into the house I was accosted with the smell of "Dead Mouse."
(this doesn't make sense, since I un-sprung all the mouse traps before leaving)
Oh...and it was coming from the laundry room, with which I shall be communing off and on throughout the day.
So now I have yet another decision to make: Do I play "Hunt the Gray Mouse" or do I just stick a closepin on my nose when doing laundry and hope the smell fades before Laurel and Robert arrive next week?
And by the way, that term "breezeway" is something of a misnomer. There is no breeze wafting gently through that small place that houses the garden tools. It's more of an "Interim" between the garage and house. I like that term because it sounds all Latin-y and highfalutin.
"Sheol" would be another appropriate tag, but that doesn't sound nearly so light and airy as "breezeway."
On the "Oh rats I for-GOT" front, I came home and discovered I'd forgotten to put the leftover milk into the freezer before leaving. Now we not only can't have cereal, but I had to pour 3/4 of a jug of milk down the sink. It was a spoiled goner and I may has well have tossed 3 bucks in the trash.
Fortunately there are many bagels in the freezer and apples left over from the trip.
In other news, I keep hearing a clanking sound in the basement, every time one of the 3000 pumps or motors turns off and on. I'll have to remember to say something to Loren...
Also today, my sister-in-law, Cindy, should be stopping by for a quick visit. I'll just tell her to hold her nose if she has to walk past the laundry room, ha, ha.
Ethan hasn't gotten up yet, but I suppose it will do him good to sleep off his sickness. He was so hoarse yesterday that he couldn't even talk, and that's probably killing him even more than the sore throat.
Well, you know what they say: one man's curse...
Oh, and I just discovered where the dead mouse was...in the washer, underneath the first load of towels I just
I can tell this is going to be a good day.
One more thing, please keep Sharon in your prayers today.
She hurt her wrists on the second day of the reunion, running into the gym wall during relay games. She had it x-rayed at an urgent care clinic. The results were inconclusive on the one, as to whether it was broken, but they wrapped it up with a splint and suggested she have follow-up with an orthopedic specialist. The other one is sore but not broken.
She has a six hour drive back to Indiana by herself, and I'm sure would appreciate your prayers.
(one last word of thanks goes to the Internet, for finally letting me post after trying for 3 hours)
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posted by Ma Hoyt | 1:26 PM
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Don't worry, Cindy-the-sister-in-law has had her own embarrassing encounters with mice taking up residence in warm cozy places and then...well, think of the space between burners and oven on a stove, and you get the picture. :-) It was great to see you all, even for such a brief time!
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