According to the song by John Denver, some days are diamonds, some days are stone. Funny thing about me, I am not a big fan of diamonds, but give me a pretty and/or unusual stone and I’m happy. When I still hadn’t heard from my doctor’s office three weeks after doing a series of tests,…
I Hear You Knocking – Gimme Time To Get There
Well, double-crap because WordPress is being a pain. This entry was SUPPOSED to be password protected, but the last updates to WordPress have hosed up sixty zillion things, apparently including the ability to password protect pages. Password-protecting it gives a 404 error. Public, it’s visible. Gah. Sometimes opportunity is a real sonofabitch. I haven’t had…
Morning Has Broken
Free at last, free at last! No more babysitting except in short increments because Little Guy needs his grandma time – and grandma needs some Little Guy time, too. But no more being left with him on a regular basis, because it’s unsafe for us both. It’s not that this child is a challenge: he’s…
Rainy
We started on our regular yard-sale route this morning, got a couple of hours in and it started raining. It kind of spit for a while, then the skies opened and put an end to yard sales for the day. Can’t say it broke my heart. I babysat last night for a toddler who woke…
Wheeling
Geeze Louise. I was wrong about the locked brakes on the car but it was still something that could’ve become a big. Fookin’. Deal. Yes, the clutch was well and truly dead, bad enough that it alone was a safety hazard. So too were some parts on the axle. No fun, but at least now…