a bug's point of view
28 August 2013
Treetopper
The air fills with torpedoing pinecones
and clouds of pollen.
The noise ... like the crack of gunshots.
The smell ... Christmas.
Animals scatter, humans hide.
Except silly farm chicks with little cameras.
A terrifying machine in every way.
$200 per hour!
When all is quiet, the natives come out to inspect and play.
And scratch an itch or two.
The cleanup awaits.
24 August 2013
16 August 2013
Forget Ken the Serviceman.
My new knight in shining whiteware is Dave. He arrived this morning with a loaner washing machine.
I practically fell out the door in my eagerness, pulling a groin muscle in the process.
"I'm so pleased to see you," I cried as I hobbled towards the gate.
"Oh," said Dave with a huge smile, "not many women say that to me."
I didn't like to say that I was actually talking to the washing machine.
"So your laundry has been building up, huh?" said Dave.
"Nope," I said. "I've been hand washing ... and wringing."
"Really?" Dave seemed surprised.
"Yes," I said. "Everything but the towels. I told the towels that they're to stay in the bathroom and be reused until they could walk themselves to the laundry."
I didn't really tell him what I said to the towels. But I kinda thought that if jackets can move by themselves then towels must be able to as well.
The loaner washing machine was installed and my Bosch removed.
"Now!" I said. "I'm a wash-a-holic. I hope this machine can cope with the work."
I must have had my stern face on because I saw a flicker of fear in Dave's eyes.
"Sure," he said. "You do as much as you want with it."
Aww ... what a man!
He did mention that it wasn't as big as what I'm used to.
*twinkle*
You can just imagine the replies that whizzed through my brain in that split second.
But I remained ladylike and said, "He's perfect."
And all day long, I've been in laundry heaven.
This is what our towels smelt like!
*chuckle*
15 August 2013
Ken the Serviceman is sick.
He can't fix my washing machine until tomorrow.
Ken the Serviceman is lucky that today there is a gusty nor'west wind.
I am lucky that today there is a gusty nor'west wind.
Because today I had to hand wash the lad's winter jacket.
Why on earth would you hand wash a winter jacket, I hear you say.
Because Tink the Kitten peed on it!
She denied it of course.
Just like everyone else denied any knowledge of how the jacket went from hanging on the coat hook to lying sprawled in the middle of the lounge.
Then they had the cheek to point fingers and paws at Henry and blame him for using the jacket as a toilet.
As if my beautiful furman would behave like that.
He asks to go out!
Poor Henry.
Between you and me ... Henry's having a spot of bother in the botty department.
Fluffybums and overeating roast beef do not go well together, if you know what I mean.
Henry had to endure an undignified bottom trim.
I was quite impressed with the result. Quite stylie.
Shhh ... don't tell anyone I used my hairdressing scissors!
hehehehehe
14 August 2013
Yesterday my washing machine conked out right in the middle of soaping up Spongebob Squarepants.
The poor baby has lost his spin.
Oh no! I said. Anything but the ... spin!
:(
I went into a state of panic. Tears flowed. The thought of being unable to wash ... unbearable.
My man calmly said, it won't matter if you don't do the laundry for a couple of days.
WHAT?!
Do you know what happens when you miss a day of washing????
They breed!
Those stinky clothes and towels multiply until there is a huge mountain of smelliness.
They breed so much that the laundry door bulges under the pressure.
Then I have to do ten loads to make up for it.
No!
I cannot miss a day of washing.
So I'm hand washing our clothes.
I like it. I can daydream to my heart's content.
Today the sun is shining, the wind is puffing,
and my clothesline is a row of drippiness.
I'm smiling.
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