Winter blahs have set in with me big time. I’m so desperate I’ve redone and moved everything in my house except the piano and I’m in the process of trying to push it through the kitchen door to see if it will match the refrigerator.
Several cold days with no sun will do it to you. The picture I moved into the living room over the couch is so excited it quivers when I walk by. Never has it made it into the living room in the prime spot before, even though itis visited every other room in the house. The one I moved back into the dining room refuses to hang straight, but I can deal with that.
I have permanent ruts in my carpet where I drag couches and chairs from one spot to the other. (I also have purple bruises where I’ve tried to bump some of them across the room.)
‘Course I have been doing some weird things lately. During the last snow I had to use a grub hoe to hold onto while I made my way down the drive to try and reach my paper. Something like an alpine climber, you get the picuture. So, I took up yodeling just because it seemed the appropriate thing to do. But then I began to find cough drops left in my mail box (come on, I know you’ve seen that commercial.)
As the week moved on, I’m convinced my neighbors got up early every morning to sneak over and move my paper just a little further down the drive, so they could watch me extend the hoe to try and snag it.
Then there’s the evening during the snow, when my “fella” David came by to pick me up so we could attend a black-tie benefit. Since I couldn’t get out my front door, he had come over earlier and shoveled an area for me to step out of my garage and into his car without touching the snow. Well, guess what, he got stuck in the snow that night. Now mind you this is a man who is really duded up for the evening.
First he came in and scooped ashes out of the fireplace to put under the tires. That didn’t work so he got the shovel and dug the car out. Since he couldn’t get close to the garage(without getting stuck again) I had to walk through the snow in a long velvet gown to get into the car.
But, we made it. ‘Course my wet evening shoes dyed my feet black and David’s socks and the shoe strings in his leather shoes shrunk!