A friend of mine & I were commenting on how quickly the week flew by. We thought we might just be getting old but her alternative explanation was God was playing tiddly winks with the Earth's rotation cycles. I rather favor leaning toward her version of events for obvious reasons.
The last time my husband bought crickets to feed to the tank full of blue-bellied lizards from Gramma & Papa's house, 1 escaped. Cricket that is, thankfully, not lizard. This rogue cricket is so happy about escaping his doom & migrating to an undisclosed location in the front of our living room that he can't stop singing. Day in, day out, nigh & day he sings. I remember that crickets are suppose to be good luck & this one obviously has fortune on his side, or at least prosperity, so I had to buy a lottery ticket or 2! I may be pushing my luck just a bit as things already have been going rather well.
Rather well indeed, except that is, for my old friend turned bitter enemy: Mr. Electric Dishwasher. I don't know if the gosh darn thing joined a labor union on it's last "vacation" & went on strike or what. Sadly, crisis intervention was called for in the form of an equally daunting duel persona. Fail-safe "Mr. Fix It Repair Man" vs his evil twin who says, "That part didn't fix the problem & I have to order another part, it could be up to 3 weeks". He has the nerve to say this to moi, the matriarch of a household of 8 humans. I suppose that explains his speedy departure.
My poor darling-husband works many hours at his regular job in addition to side jobs, on top of coming home to find a laundry-list of home-improvement projects awaiting his capable hands & precious time. This being the case, we seem to frequent home-building-supply stores as much as regular employees. Unfortunately, it is us paying them, in a cruel twist of fate, to buy ourselves work none-the-less! The audacity of it all! Simply outrageous in concept & in deed is it not? "Here, let me give you gobs of money for this item, which will consume time I don't have in order to install it & deplete any energy stores I may be hiding, only to cause me to relinquish more money for an alcoholic attitude-adjustment". Why do we do this to ourselves? For appearances' sake? To keep up with the Joneses? Somebody please declare the Joneses witches (surely it must be true!) & burn them at the stake! Oh wait - the stakes are for sale at the evil work-horse store! Figures doesn't it?! Anybody have more crickets that haven't foolishly been fed to lizards? In all honesty though, we do these things for ourselves, to change our house to our home, a better reflection of who we are & a more comfortable, inviting place for ourselves, I sadly, cannot blame the ****Joneses, only myself.
This brings me to the next black-hole-money-pit we were compelled to frequent today: the pet store. This 1 we hadn't been in before. Just inside the front of this store was a rather large Camen (an alligator-type creature). He was longer than I could spread my arms to depict with thick legs & a snout/mouth about as long as my fingers, but undeniably thicker. When this creature lunged from the water to have his front end on a rock, it was quite audible from the middle of the store. Now I ask you, why would anyone want a pet that looks like it could eat it's owner for a snack much like we down a few Oreo cookies?! I'm having a hard time understanding this concept. However, I'm sure there are just as many who have a hard time understanding my husband sharing his breakfast cereal with is African Gray parrot. Or me, letting my Senegal parrot kiss me after I've had cream & sugar laden coffee. Or the idea of a duck perching either on my son's head (see previous photo) or my husband's shoulder, or the arm of the couch watching television or attempting to take a dry bath on our living room floor. Yes, we are an odd bunch I suppose. This hits home the most when I watch & hear my husband apologize to his pet duck for putting it outside...yeah, to somewhat quote "The Wizard of Oz" "Toto, we sure ain't in Kansas no more!"
But unlike that traveling group, we definitely have heart & courage (remember GST's visit & 6, count 'em 6 kids, need I really further prove that point?) & enjoy home - for the most part. We may not know where the "yellow brick road" is, but we have a vague sense of direction thanks to a GPS system. And, OK, I'll give in that the whole brains issue is extremely debatable. I guess we'll just have to make up for it with heart & courage. That or see if we can find it on sale at the ever-frequented home-improvement store! Maybe it is next to the yellow-road-bricks? Price check aisle 9 please?
Be Blessed Dear Readers!
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