Saturday I had another tag sale, which went horribly wrong, pretty much. As soon as the weather on the local station showed that the rain showers had moved out of the area, I woke the boy up and we started bringing out stuff left over from last weekend. We also brought More stuff out of the attic and basement. As soon as we had stuff set up on the tables, it started raining again. I thought, well it must just be a left over sprinkle. Nope, it poured down for another 40 minutes or so. Luckily I was able to get any pictures and electronics back on the porch before they were ruined. But the rest of the day just kind of sucked.
On the up side, I was able to get rid of some stuff, and made some money to live on for the rest of the week. On the other side, I still have a porch full of crap that I don't want to drag back into the attic or basement. And the living room and dining room are covered in crap, also. I don't want to give it all away when I can make some much needed money off it, but I also don't want to have a tag sale every weekend for the rest of my life, either. It's not so much the getting up early and setting things up as it is the packing it up and putting it away at the end of the day that's the problem. Decisions, decisions.
Sunday morning I got up early and finished a wonderful book that I had been reading. That was a really nice start to my day as I don't often just squander 3 hours away reading. By the time I had taken a shower and was ready to go grocery shopping, the boy had awakened and gave me this great card. Which is spot on me, down to the purple shirt.
I don't care if it's my kid or a stranger in the front seat, if I'm stopping fast, I always do that! Obviously, I'm not the only one!
When I got home from the grocery store, the boy was ready to go with me on our second annual Mother's Day outing tradition. I pick out flowers to plant and he pays for them. The yard supports planters with Petunias and Impatiens, and he helps me pick out the colors. It's a nice tradition for me, because instead of a bouquet that dies quickly (and the cat will tear to shreds), I will look at them and think of him all summer long. He rolls his eyes and gets a queasy stomach every time I say that.
Bonus, he even cleaned the bathroom for me while I was outside planting. I tried to get him to vacuum the downstairs and fold my laundry for me, but he wasn't succumbing to any of my Jedi mind tricks.
After planting the flowers, and part of my herb garden, I made myself a lovely seafood dinner with a white wine, lemon, butter, garlic sauce over pasta, and then I went to bed early. I was pretty tired, because I'm anciently old and physical activity obviously wears me out. When I'm really tired like that, I get kooky. And I sleep-walk with no recollection of what is going on around me. I can have a full conversation with people and they think I'm perfectly normal, but I will not remember it.
Apparently I slept-walked into a wall/doorway last night trying to get to the bathroom. I vaguely remember thinking, "ow, that hurt, I wonder if I broke my nose?", and being too tired to go get ice for it. Probably for the best as getting ice would have required me going up and down stairs, which have never been my friend under the best of circumstances. When I woke up this morning, my nose was in a serious world of hurt, and blood was all over my sleep shirt.
It's not so very bad to look at, and I'm not blowing blood out of the inside of my nose, so I figure it's probably not broken. It's not like they can do much for it even if it was, so I didn't bother going to a doctor. It's just a little bruised and swollen, and my eyes aren't really blackening up much, just a little at the corners that I was able to cover up. I'm just thankful I didn't have my glasses on when it happened, or I would probably be out of luck right now.
But, boy did I get razzed at work today...
6 comments:
Aww Fancy, I'm sorry about your nose. It doesn't look too bad, so I suppose you were lucky.
As for all the crap, call your local big brother, big sister or the vets and have them pick it up.
At most-you will get a tax-deductible recipt and get rid of the unwnated stuff.
Sleep well tonite, better than last night.
See, that's when you start spouting shit to the co-workers, telling them to shut their pie-holes, or they'll get what that guy got.
And it's pronounced "BAL-BO-A"
Candy, thanks very much for all of that.
Scope, that reminds me of many times my Uncle taught me to say, "you should see what the other guy looks like!". Too funny!
Grrrr! I hate getting rained on when we're doing our garage sales. But, hey, I'm in Seattle - it happens all the time. Boooooooo.
A sleep-walker, huh? Wow. I'm making a mental note of that in case you're ever here for a visit, Fancy. I'll be sure to put a safety gate on the stairs! ;-) Seriously though, thank god you didn't fall down your stairs!! Yikes!!
That card is too funny!
Oh, and...ouch.
You know something? I had almost the exact same looking cut on the exact same place as you a few months ago! Because I fell asleep with my laptop open on my upturned knees...and when I moved, the laptop came down and clocked me on the nose.
But sleep walking?? That takes the cake!
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