A nothing thing
Now I sit here, waiting for the scurrying noises to start up
again. (We threw "Mouse Treats" into the ceiling on Friday night,
and I feel I must hold my breath for four days, before I can exhale in
relief and sing "Ding-Dong, the Vole is Dead!". So far, so
good. And no new tracks in the snow outside the
steel-wool-stuffed chimney -- poor Santa must have got a nasty rash
getting in that way!)
And so I feel I must fill my surf-time with words, completely disposable words. If I have my sewing machines going, I won't hear the scurrying. If I go upstairs and wash the screaming dishes, I won't hear the scurrying. And if I leave this chair for any reason short of house fire, my cat will turn into a meat-grinder. But he likes it when I smack him for biting the buttons off the shirt I'm wearing. Pervert.
Today was Boxing Day, a huge consumer orgy in Canada, such a huge orgy that it's a stat holiday here! 6 people injured, 1 dead. Shooting, just outside the Eaton Centre -- the most crowded intersection in Toronto, on the busiest shopping day of the year, and just steps from where my mother-in-law lives. MIL is OK, as are SIL and niece staying with her for the holiday. What a nice visit that must be. I 'm wondering if they'll cancel dim sum this week, to avoid the crossfire. I seriously doubt we'll be walking from their place to the restaurant...
And to cap the feeling today: I broke my older-than-me upright piano when I was taking the dining table extensions out. I leaned them against one of the tall-backed chairs, which then crashed forward and snapped a piece of the wooden music stand off. I don't remember NOT living with this piano. (maudlin ramblings about piano's meaning to me edited out the morning after) It was second-hand when my mom was a teenager. It's old enough to have real ivory and ebony keys, a solid wood sounding board, leather tie-backs for the hammers. It moved with us every 4 years as we changed time zones and postal codes, and my children have abused it even more horribly than I did. But it has NEVER had a piece knocked completely off, before. I feel like I accidentally knocked over the ladder my best friend was standing on, causing him to break a leg.
And just in case I've ranted about my husband here: I think he's the BEST. He was still holding up the other end of the dining room table when the leaves and chair crashed down on the piano. He immediately fetched a bottle of wood glue, a few pressure clamps, and had the broken piece reunited with the piano within five minutes. (and there was a thesaurus under those vinyl-dipped dumbbells in my Christmas gift. :-)
And so I feel I must fill my surf-time with words, completely disposable words. If I have my sewing machines going, I won't hear the scurrying. If I go upstairs and wash the screaming dishes, I won't hear the scurrying. And if I leave this chair for any reason short of house fire, my cat will turn into a meat-grinder. But he likes it when I smack him for biting the buttons off the shirt I'm wearing. Pervert.
Today was Boxing Day, a huge consumer orgy in Canada, such a huge orgy that it's a stat holiday here! 6 people injured, 1 dead. Shooting, just outside the Eaton Centre -- the most crowded intersection in Toronto, on the busiest shopping day of the year, and just steps from where my mother-in-law lives. MIL is OK, as are SIL and niece staying with her for the holiday. What a nice visit that must be. I 'm wondering if they'll cancel dim sum this week, to avoid the crossfire. I seriously doubt we'll be walking from their place to the restaurant...
And to cap the feeling today: I broke my older-than-me upright piano when I was taking the dining table extensions out. I leaned them against one of the tall-backed chairs, which then crashed forward and snapped a piece of the wooden music stand off. I don't remember NOT living with this piano. (maudlin ramblings about piano's meaning to me edited out the morning after) It was second-hand when my mom was a teenager. It's old enough to have real ivory and ebony keys, a solid wood sounding board, leather tie-backs for the hammers. It moved with us every 4 years as we changed time zones and postal codes, and my children have abused it even more horribly than I did. But it has NEVER had a piece knocked completely off, before. I feel like I accidentally knocked over the ladder my best friend was standing on, causing him to break a leg.
And just in case I've ranted about my husband here: I think he's the BEST. He was still holding up the other end of the dining room table when the leaves and chair crashed down on the piano. He immediately fetched a bottle of wood glue, a few pressure clamps, and had the broken piece reunited with the piano within five minutes. (and there was a thesaurus under those vinyl-dipped dumbbells in my Christmas gift. :-)