I woke up this morning with a plan. . . Breakfast, walk Jada, start some bread, blog and then out to the garden. It was a good plan. A fun plan. But then came the phone call. . . “Are you home today? I can come over and put that light in your living room.” “Sure.” A bit of mental readjustment and the plan still works. My handy brother-in-law was up in the attic figuring out the wiring when I discovered that the light fixture that had been kicking around the house for over a year had disappeared! For crying out loud! I frantically searched everywhere with no luck. Henry dropped by for lunch and made his own, futile search. There was no help for it. I had to go shopping for a new one. Ugh! I really hate shopping! I ran over to the lighting store and took some time trying to find the perfect fixture. You know. . . Beautiful and cheap. Thankfully Crystal works there, so she helped me find a lovely fixture. Not necessarily all that cheap mind you. . .but beautiful. Back home to give Walt a hand. Mom dropped by for a visit. Hmmm. . . A little more mental readjustment. Nope, pretty sure the plan isn’t quite working anymore. But maybe I can salvage some of it. Dinner time, and Morgan reminds me that we are going to get a monitor for my just refurbished desktop computer. I’m hoping it won’t heat up the way my laptop does when I work on it all day. Shoot! More mental readjustment. The plan is not looking good. . . Supper, a new monitor, and back home. “Did you pick up milk? We’re out.” Henry reminds me. “Uh, mom, the old keyboard doesn’t work. . .” Morgan informed me. Another quick trip. It’s getting late!
Things are looking good though. I have a 24″ tv monitor for the computer and working with pictures and making garden power points is going to be awesome! I think I have just enough time to . . .
It’s Morgan with the neighbor’s clippers in his hand. “You said were going to do my hair tonight . . .” The last time I did Jesse’s hair with the clippers, I continually yanked his hair and then accidentally buzzed a divot out of the back of his head. . . ” Are you sure you want me to do your hair????”
Mind you I am not 100% sure about the hairline. Thankfully it’s not crooked but. . . Should I have rounded the edges? Any hairdressers out there willing to give me a few pointers?
It’s midnight and I’m pretty sure my plan is toast for today! Ah well. . . Maybe tomorrow. . .