HAPPY NEW WEEK!
I hope everyone has a safe, joyful week.
Hard snow and high winds on my patch tonight. The red Northern Cardinals were feeding frantically until darkness fell. They were pulling the poor hibernating wasps out of their nest and eating them. I had to clean and disinfect my boots at dusk because I stepped in coyote scat (poo) when I went to the mailbox!
Hello to all.
For a change of subject, and as my OH has now gone out to watch the World Cup at the Sports Club with his friends, I thought you might like to hear (please scroll through if you don't want to get bored!) THE STORY OF THE STRETCHY TOP WHICH MADE ME CRY LAUGHING Now, I am rather fatter than I would like to be, so although I do stlll possess some bikini tops which I would normally wear with shorts, I decided that on this holiday I would take a thing called a "tankini" top which is brief but covers the bulgey middle bit of me! I also had one of those swimsuits with a little extra frill at the bottom to cover my bulges, but I quickly found that it was very hot to wear in the temperatures we were having. I was only going to sunbathe under a brolly, not swim, so the stretchy tankini with a pair of short black shorts seemed the way to go. On this particular day, my OH had set off before me with his suncream and a good book (Peter James) and went to find a suitable pair of loungers in the hotel garden under a brolly or a tree. I pottered around for a bit, tidying our room etc., then decided to put on my outfit. I was wearing nothing except a hairslide in my hair. The black shorts went on OK, no problem, so I reached for the tankini top. It is black and white, with a geometric pattern and little spaghetti straps. To put it on, you reach up your arms and shoot yourself into it, pulling it down over you and then adjusting the straps. I pulled - the fabric stopped over the tops of my ample bosoms and something had happened at the back which I could not work out. I stood in front of the full length mirror and could see that the tankini had rolled itself up and become a solid strap right across my back, just above the shoulder blades. All I had to do, I thought, was to unravel it a bit and tug it down. After trying to do both, for about three minutes, I got quite hot and bothered, and realised that actually nothing had changed at all. I decided to sit on the side of the bed and tackle it in an organised fashion. I almost fell over on the bed with the effort, and decided to actually roll on the bed and fight with the darned thing! My OH would be reading his book for a good 2 to 3 hours and had not taken his mobile phone with him, so I couldn't call him to come back and help me - I was really on my own. It was really difficult to reach up behind myself to get to grips with it. It was too high up. I got my fingernails into it and tugged. I got my thumbs somewhere under something and pulled. Nothing happened. Horrors. I couldn't get it off, either! I lay on the bed, thinking This Is Ridiculous. I had another go. And another go. I decided that as it was such a solid roll across my back, there was no way I could put a cardigan over it and go down into the public gardens to plead for help. I was getting hotter (It was just after midday and the temps in the 30s) and I was only a quarter dressed, and I had nowhere to go..... I could see a tangle of arms legs and fabric on the bed, in the wardrobe mirror, and I began to laugh. Once I began laughing, and thinking about the ridiculousness of the situation, I laughed some more! I roared with laughter, tears beginning to roll down my face as I giggled and laughed in a way I haven't for many years. It was just so very silly! Eventually, I gave myself a good talking to, and once again worked the tips of my fingernails into the roll of fabric, pulling along it a little at a time, all along the length. After a while, something did seem to move which was encouraging. I did some more and then attacked what was happening on my chest, unrolling the material over my bosoms which was a relief! Then I could hook my hands into the fabric at the back again and gradually encourage it to roll down. I got up and got myself a cold drink of water from the fridge, to cool me down and to celebrate... Finally, I got the straps into place and I was IN!! I put on my sandals and grabbed my sunglasses. I got the lift down to the gardens and said to my waiting OH "You just wait till I tell you what's been happening to me!!"
Oh LINDY - I've just had a good laugh :-) Thank you !
And PAT - I'm afraid that my kitchen tiles are very unsophisticated LOL
LINDA – I too wonder if you have worn your stretchy top since!!! A very smart fresh kitchen.
I dispense OH’s pills, 3 times a day. And I mostly remember to get repeats from chemist in time. And I remind him when Doc visit needed for new scripts. His problem is that he doesn’t want to take any pills ever. <sigh>
Just a thought
I get most of my exercise these days from shaking my head in disbelief. (t shirt message)
I'll not listen to reason . . . Reason always means what someone else has got to say. (Elizabeth Gaskell)
Anything sounds wrong if you think about it long and hard enough.