I want the pharaohs but there are only men.
It was a tinkety tinkety kind of Sunday. No major prodjects (intentionally misspelled) were accomplished. At least not by me. The GG may feel differently. We are in pre-faaaaardrill mode here. I dragged the GG out for a walk down by the Urine Huron River this morning. That was after my own neighborhood prowl, so I had about 6.5 miles by the end of that, which was cool. The GG took a long winter’s nap after that, late morning until mid-afternoon. He prob’ly feels guilty about that but it was okay with me and I understood. It allowed me to be a bit slodgy today too, although I didn’t take a nap, but the only time I ever take naps is when I’m sick, which is almost never. So.
I tinked today. Five loads of laundry! I am not one o’ them thar folks that doesn’t keep up with laundry. No Mount Washmore in my house. And I don’t wash one item at a time either. But I was sorting today. Winter clothes. Wedding clothes. My clothing stash in the Blue and Only Bathroom, where I get dressed every morning. Some stuff could just get thrown in, other stuff had to go through the handwash cycle. Yada yada. I walked to the Plum Market. I did some secret stuff. Mouse chopped off a couple inches of my huge hair. I can still put it in a little bitty ponytail when I cook. I love my bouncy new hair. The GG seems to want me to grow it out and look like some scraggly old hippie. No. Sorry. Love you anyway. Er, don’t grow yours out either, old pharaoh.
This afternoon, I was thinking about how nice it would be to have a faaarrrr in the backyard tonight. I didn’t say anything. The GG was taaarrrred today and we have a rather epic week ahead of us. Lo and behold, in the late afternoon, I smelled some smoke somewhere. I looked out in the backyard and, lo and behold, there was the GG, stoking a little faaarrr in our loverly little urban faaaarrrr burner. He was a pharaoh today.
Happy Indian Summer,
Kayak Woman
P. S. I think I am wearing one of Grandroobly’s old weathers sweaters (“weathers”? what the HECK did I write? -LOL) tonight. It’s from LL Bean and “Finlayson” is taped into the neck…
October 17th, 2010 at 7:15 pm
Actually, I was quite active today with a pickaxe and shovels. I also rotated a ton of compost. The yard is raked and the leaves are in the compost bins. I guess that is equivalent to a nap.
October 17th, 2010 at 7:25 pm
What a lovely fire!! That’s a lot of laundry; I do about one load a day (or every other day) and it seems to work, except when the girls are home or I have to change the sheets. I would like to grow my hair out, but it would be big too. I don’t know if I’m up for that. 🙂
October 17th, 2010 at 8:29 pm
I found the key to getting my husband to agree that I could cut my hair was asking him to help me braid it a few times.
October 18th, 2010 at 4:39 pm
HAH! Ages & ages ago, Jim wanted me to grow my hair out, then after a brief attempt where I got VERY surly about my uncooperative hair, I then had it chopped off to where it is now and became much easier to live with; he never again asked me to grow it long!