I am grumpy right now. My mom used to call it being "ill as a hornet". I think it is because my plans have derailed and there is nothing I can do but wait___and I am not a good waiter! I want things done and I want them done NOW! I remind myself of Varunca Salt from Willie Wonka.
Meanwhile my chandelier in the dining room is still resting on a ladder to support it so it won't pull the sheetrock from the ceiling, waiting for the handyman who can't get here until Tuesday__after three! I thought the economy was tanking, but I can't get the people I want to pay with real money to come here. So I wait, and wait, then wait a little more. The good news is I did get the carpet guy to come and stretch the carpet in the Jack and Jill bedrooms upstairs. Since they actually did respond to my call and came in a reasonable time they get a pass for being here at 8 a.m. on a Saturday. They were nice guys and did a great job.
If I can get a little bit more done today, I am sure my mood will improve. So much to do__so many decorations.
And now for a Christmas sighting Day 5:.This little coffee service sits on the buffet and is normally a sad and tarnished grouping. When we were cleaning Mom’s house I claimed the teapot that went with her set. My sister does not drink tea so she was fine with it. It sat on my tray and over a few months became almost as tarnished as its tray mates but when I heard the sounds of Christmas approaching I knew it was time to look under the sink and pull out the Wrights silver cream.
The coffee set looked the worst so I polished them first, then started to shine Mom’ s teapot. I took the top off then started laughing as I pulled 6 black knee hi’s out of it.
For a couple of years before she died Mom would call my sister and me and accuse us of taking her things. Since we began cleaning her house we found tons of the things (in very odd places)1? we had “stolen”. I know she never accused me of taking her knee hi’s so it must have been my beloved sister.