Not writing on my blog feels like a very bad thing, but somehow my life fell out of sync. It all started one day last week when, while in the shower shaving my legs and washing my hair, shampoo suds mixed with too much water and slid down my forehead onto both of my eyes. In my left hand was a bar of soap, in my right- a razor. I could not find a leg to shave and with my orientation now gone, I also could not find that built in soap holder on which to deposit the bar of soap. I reached my right hand to my eyes to wipe away the blinding bubbles, but the razor was not facing outward. The swipe to free my sight became the death to my right eyebrow.
With all that water and falling suds, I did not notice right away, but when I glimpsed my razor's blade and saw it looked as though it had been shaving the fur off a beaver, I caught on quick to my missing eye-piece.
Once out of the shower, dried and clothed, I dragged my hairy legs upstairs to the kitchen. Fash was there. She took one look at me and queried, "Something's different, did you trim your bangs?" It was all I could do to stay a safe distance from the knife drawer. "No. Fash." my teeth were gritted and I was growling, "I shaved off an eyebrow!!!"
"Oh!" "Why?" She'd regret replying.
After all that chasing her around with the meat cleaver, I am actually happy to report that Fash still lives.
First of all, I never shower in the lower level bathroom. That was the boys' shower and now it is Fash's. But our upstairs bathroom is that same Nightmare on Elm Street that you've seen on this very blog before and we can't use the shower, because the new plaster job might get damp or for some such I.T. logical reason. And of course we can't prime and paint the new plaster job, because I.T. likes to supervise and own projects he has taken charge of and he has been gone, being the professional world traveler and great white hunter that he is. Not to mention our enormous leaf raking project- yes the picture was my yard- that he tackled pretty single handedly, while I stood in the yard with my rake and stared.
Secondly, Outside the Box moved out of our home and into his own in the next town over, which caused me to start pulling out the contents of every closet to check for things that should go with him. In doing this, I found so many spare parts I can't even begin to count. There is no way I am putting that stuff back in those closets, so not only can we not use our upstairs bathroom, we cannot sit in our upstairs living room either, until this has all been sifted.
Thirdly, my parents downsized and their extra belongings were divided among my sisters, brother and me. This had me hiking the neighborhood and knocking on doors until I found someone around here who needed a piano, so that I could give them ours and house my mother's, because one day a grandchild may want it. Little Megan across the street is so excited to be the new owner of a Betsy Ross spinet. Now she can take piano lessons! My mother's piano now sits where the spinet used to be and waits for the grandchildren to grow. It's a beautiful piano and has a wonderful, mellow sound.
Finally, Fash fell in love with the university we last visited, which is about four hours from our home. This is not the distance I had in mind when I signed up for birthing Fash. I rather like the Walton's approach- Nobody Leaves the Mountain! But, of course, that dream fizzled when Pilgrim boarded the Greyhound bus with his sign: California or Bust!
Speaking of dreams- Sara, from ....make music from your heart to the Lord... asked me about my recurring dream that I mentioned in the previous Random Dozen question set. Well, Sara, my recurring dream, which I haven't actually had in a long while now, used to be that I was dating I.T. and doing my best to keep him interested in me, but in the end, he married someone else. It always felt very real, but when I woke up, there he'd be snoring away next to me. And I'd sort of think out loud, "well, what da ya know...huh". I've probably dreamt this at least 500 times over the past years. But, as I said, I haven't actually dreamt it in a good long while now.
Anyway, I am just not myself what with all these kids up and flying the coop, and me having to wade through strings of beads from Mardi Gras among other fabulous closet finds just to get to the kitchen, being forced to use a bathroom where my toothbrush does not have a permanent home and walking the city streets with one eyebrow- ringing doorbells- ding dong does anyone here want a piano?
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Be back soon....
Hey, has anyone seen my fall colored spots that were on my background? They are missing!
