Monday, December 1, 2008
OK, the house is immaculate, studio and living area, because I had so many visitors this weekend PLUS the visiting vet comes at ten this morning to give Buster his shots and exam. YES, our vet is like James Herriot. We happen to live just a few miles from the Cornell Vet school, which I think was the first in the US plus maybe the number one vet hospital in the country (when Spike cat had tummy troubles late on a Sunday night, I was sooooo grateful the emergency room there never closes!). So, there are vets on every corner in this county, no exagerating! We are a family that had 3 dogs and 2 cats, and it is easier for the vet to come here for appts, unless there is a late emergency. And when Sammy cat and Jack the dog had their finall illnesses, the vet was here with us and let's just say it is a whole lot less traumatic for them to pass at home.
OK, so the house is clean, but nobody ever made the bed. YES, tis the wife's job, and she returns later today. The problem is, if I make the bed, I will do it in typical slapdash fashion, and she will complain about it and make it again. So I wonder what is the point? Save myself a minute or two and NOT make it.
(I have been busy but I miss my sweetie so much and cannot wait to have her home this afternoon)
Same thing with the TP. Who knows which way it is supposed to go? My pal Gord is right to ask why women have passionate feelings about direction, torque, placement and wind resistance. I mean, I get detailed notes from Kate, and then Cheri, who is a lawyer, starts citing historic precedent and case history....
OK, TP, roll placement: does it matter which way it should go?
Posted by Gary's third pottery blog at 6:45 AM