Posted by on Jan 31, 2017 | 10 comments

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I only had this on for a draft under the door. I do not need new threads!

No, no new duds for me.  Or mama or papa.  But wear as in worn out!  Our little house is getting its leaks fixed and its (damaged by leaks) walls re-surfaced and the garden, full of debris from storms and broken fava bean supports and roses that don’t know which way is up, is getting cleaned at last of all the dried leaves, plus cuttings that mama managed to pile up yesterday when pruning the roses.  Alas (or as the French say, “Helas“) mama lost her one big Sweet Love (I think I mentioned that in another blog), but she has taken a cutting and put its bottom in root tone and maybe it will have a baby.  Or whatever.

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Meanwhile, I see that mama is vacuuming my hairs off of the canapé (sofa–go figure–I thought they were little things you eat before dinner) and she uses wide masking tape rolled over on itself to clean off my (lovely) hairs from anything else they may alight upon (including papa).

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Roll ’em, roll ’em, roll ’em…

A guy is scraping off all the damaged wall stuff in mama’s office so I am trying to work around him (not easy) but he’s one of those wonderful people who doesn’t speak as he works so we are perfect together.

Mama, instead is trying to put together her canvasses for an expo with a friend in May.  Why on earth are they starting so soon?  Duh…mama…because TIME FLIES SO FAST WHEN YOU ARE HAVING FUN AND MAY WILL BE HERE NEXT WEEK!

I’m outta here…this guy is getting too close to my computer and I have to cover it or all hell will break loose, along with the walls.

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Oh, my, now he is really getting too close to ME.  Sayonara.