Bits and Pieces, Dribs and Drabs

Lots of little and middlin’ things to report, none deserving of a longer blog piece to my way of thinking. Hitch up your drawers, here we go!

1. The Widow-maker is not long for this world, at least not long for this House. The Prairie Family took a road trip to Dallas to visit a dear uncle who is in the hospital. We stayed in Frisco, which I can’t recommend highly enough, and took a side-trip to IKEA. We didn’t buy Mr. Prairie’s desk as we had intended, but we did order some snazzy new seating for the den. Grandad and Mr. Prairie will drive down in Grandad’s pickup when our order arrives. My bum hip can’t wait!

2. I have, perhaps foolishly, allowed Mr. Prairie to purchase the one tool he has always wanted that I have always forbidden. (Cue the sinister music that goes Bum-Bum-Bum) He bought a chainsaw. Despite my suspicion that this will end in sorrow and stitches, I was finally convinced that he needs it and will use it. It is a plug-in model so at least he’ll be limited by the length of the extension cord. I have imposed one rule: Mr. Prairie can only use the chainsaw when I’m at home, preferably on one of my days off. For the same reason he doesn’t get to climb up on the roof when I’m not home–because somebody has to be there to drive him to the Emergency Room.

3. I shared my shower and towel with a spider today. Of course, I was totally unaware of my little stowaway because I don’t wear my glasses in the shower. The first I knew of my shower-mate was when I was towel-drying my hair and a dark thing hit the floor. As I shed like a dog this time of year, I thought it was a clump of my hair. Until it started moving. I put my glasses on, then took them right back off to wipe off the steam. When I put my glasses back on, I spotted the rather large grass spider trying to make good his escape. Now I could’ve injected the situation with high drama, yelling for help while still all drippy wet or I could just kill the damn thing. My husband, bless his heart, can’t actually, directly kill a spider, he has to put a vacuum hose between the spider and himself.

So, I grabbed a handful of tissue and just killed the damn thing.

4. And finally, a blog note. For those of you who are used to seeing notifications of new posts on another blog, you may want to follow me on Twitter or add me to your reader. Even though I still enjoy reading the posts at unnamed blog, I find that I can no longer participate in comment threads that have devolved into the kind of clique-ish bullying that I have had to endure in real life my whole life. To anyone who still enjoys commenting at unnamed blog and don’t find it at all bullying, that’s your perspective and more power to ya, but cliques and bullying (as I perceive it) are my triggers. Well, that and fire engines ever since the fire.