Remember last weekend.......when my weaving weekend canceled??? And I was upset, but gave the deposit back anyway?
Well, these flowers came on Friday, they were from the three ladies that canceled. The note thanked me, and said they would be back.
That was very nice.
If you haven't already guessed, this is a squirrel attack. First you have to make lots of noise, so they exit the premises, and then you lay on your back and nail up hardware wire all along the roof and the floor, from one end to the other, and on both sides.
When they were done, I was informed that it was the worst job ever.
I had already guessed that.
It was quite hot up there, so they took the window out while they were working.
Now we just have to wait to see how well it works.
In the meantime, the Reed Weaver's Friend came through the front door. 35 inches wide tipped up on its side, through a door 35 and 1/4 inches wide. It was a tight fit.
And it was dirtier than I thought.
What followed was a couple of hours of cleaning it with 409, polishing it with Howard's Feed and Wax, greasing it with the white lithium grease. Then I cut off the rotten cords on the front beam, and put new strapping and a wooden rod on it.
This is a rug I played at today.......it just struck my fancy.....to me it looks like blotches of paint in different colors. Do you like it??
Then I got more serious, and "normal", if you can call it that.
Sometimes I think normal is overrated.
Sydney Sue agrees.
Does she look like she has made herself right at home?