Meanwhile, back on earth, before I even got the credit card statement for the washing machine replacement at my rental, my own machine here at the townhouse went the way of all metal. Dangit, it pretended to go through the cycle, but was only phoning it in when it came to actually spinning and draining.
Sooooo, back to the people I now know by name, to see about another machine. The good part is that I know who I'm dealing with now, that they did a good job, was it only two weeks ago, and that this time the space for the new washer is standard size, no going all over creation to find something to fit.
After I get my old Honda beater into the dealer tomorrow for a repair, which is probably, judging by the washing machine prices, going to astonish me. Sigh.
I have to allow for a nice lady who's coming this week to pick out a piece of art, so I'd better wait a few days before I start emptying the walls, currently covered in art, and moving furniture to let the old washer come downstairs, round two corners, and the new one go up likewise.
Also today a not so good encounter at a local pretty upscale supermarket, where the employee I asked for directions to a product I was in search of, started to ridicule my request. This happened one time before, different employee, and I read the riot act in writing to the manager, who humbly apologized, ran a staff meeting to remind folks of civility to customers, etc., and I eventually began to shop there again.
This time I wasn't so flustered, and met the ridicule with a steely glare and a repeat of my request in low, cold tones. Whereupon the guy went red, his turn to be flustered and stammered, oh, sorry, sorry, didn't mean, uh, I mean..obviously having finally realized people get fired for this kind of talk to women nowadays. And that I may be old and small and talk funny, but I can handle bigger men than he. And that he doesn't get to decide what's funny to me. So that store is off my list, and anyone who asks will hear why.
On the other hand, this time it didn't take a formal letter of complaint to elicit an apology. So possibly the #MeToo wave is starting to wash over nonfamous men, too. Let's hope.
Meanwhile, back to civilization, in the studio..several books on carving and whittling from the library, and I quickly realized that while I wasn't interested so much in what they suggested, I'm still interested in some sort of carving adventure.
And until I get my hands on some wood, I also realized, I have another carveable material to hand. I've made stamps from wine corks, so I don't want to repeat that, but there are other possibilities.
Since I can't drink my beloved red wine any more, having fingered it as the culprit in my ever increasing heartburn, dangit, why couldn't it have been oatmeal or whitefish or something, I may as well use up the corks anyway.
This will probably involve carving and painting, silly fun. And while I was waiting for the carving books, these slippers happened.
What you make when you're waiting to make something.
Life can sure throw a lot of curve balls--and usually at least three at once, it seems.
ReplyDeleteThe slippers are pretty nice! Wish I was so talented. And the shop boy--I had to grin reading that. Little twerp.
Happy birthday, Liz.
ReplyDeleteThanks for the wishes and the support! Nice week, really.
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