Well a quiet morning. Eve and I went to the store for milk and to get something to blow the drain clear in the laundry. I swear that drain blocks up every month and normal drain cleaner won't work because the blockage is well below the s bend in another pointless bend in the pipes. I don't know who plumbed this place but they had a weird sense of humour.
Fortunately I found something from Liquid Plumber which uses compressed air to blow the clog away. You make sure you have water in the pipes to help build pressure, then you block any overflows and use this tool to shoot compressed air into the pipes. With the extra pressure and no place else to go, it blows the clog away and no nasty chemicals into the system. Suits me given how often this particular drain blocks up. When it does I end up with water all over the laundry floor when the washing machine won't drain properly.
Also went back to the store where I bought my two dresses (for those who did not read my previous blog you may want to go back and check that one) and bought yet another dress. This is the one I was originally looking at but my daughter walked in just as I was about to make my decision and talked me out of it saying I wasn't a "blue" person. Now I should be taking advice on clothes colours from someone who's entire wardrobe is made up of 20 or so pairs of black pants, and equal number of black tops, around 10 brown shirts and perhaps one coloured shirt which she rarely ever wears.
So not being entirely happy with either of the first two dresses I went back and got the blue one. What do people think of this one? Which of the choice of three gets the most votes? I am personally leaning to the blue, although so far the sundress seems to be impressing most people and it was my last choice, so perhaps I am not seeing what others see. Personally I am not for all these prints preferring solid colours myself but it seems no one is making anything in solid colours at the moment.
Today the sky is blue and the weather is warm. Such a nice change since the weather has sucked here lately. Still trying to get my hot air balloon ride. It has been cancelled three times so far due to weather. Got it booked again for Wednesday evening, so will see what happens then.
Magpie called me yesterday from Excess Cargo, a store that buys up overstocks and such and sells them off cheap. She had found a supply of really large canvases cheap, (really really cheap) and was buying some for herself and wondered if I wanted some. I can't afford it but told her yes, get me one of each. I will find a way to pay her on payday. It was too good a deal to let pass and she knows how I love to work on really large canvases. I can feel the urge to paint again rising already.
Last weekend I think I finished a painting for my director at work. It is called, appropriately enough "The Wizard's Tower". It is a landscape, rolling fields, and in the distance a tower on top of a bare hill. In the very foreground of it all is a broken stone wall with a raven sitting on it.
I think it is finished,although maybe I will add a little moss to the wall. I am not completely happy with it and think that little touch might do it for me.
Found Hilary, my cat sleeping in my bed when I went downstairs. It's a change since I found her sleeping in the bathroom sink and the bathtub earlier this week. She is so frail and thin looking these days, although she seems healthy enough. She never did weigh more than a muffin anyway, being one of the smallest cats I have ever owned. She has lost most of her beautiful trousers and the fur on her hind legs is now a little sparse making her look really odd. Can only put it down to old age. I shall have to keep a close eye on her this winter as she likes to slip outside when we are unaware and with so little fur on her hindquarters, it would not be good for her to be outside for too long.
I have been trying to figure out exactly when she came to live with me. I am thinking it was 1991 but it may have been 1992. Either way she is an old lady now. Still as long as we don't tell her she doesn't seem to know. We keep an eye on her and she does seem to sleep a little more than she used to but when she is up and about she is full of spit and vinegar as my gramma would have said. She still likes to play and she loves getting "high"on the catnip I am growing for her. I had to move it to a hanging basket to save it from her LOL.
I wonder sometimes how I will take it when she finally goes. It seems like she has always been here. We were visiting with a friend many many years ago, when her neighbour announced he had something to show the kids and came back with a wicker laundry basket. Just as he approached us this little tiny face popped out of the top of the basket and I was lost. Her two sisters were plain grey and much bigger than her but she was a little brindle tortie with a black stripe down either side of her nose, like a cheeta. All in all a very surprised expression on her face when she was little. needless to say she came home with me that day.
There have been a number of other cats come and go in the interum, and the two cats I already had when I got her have also passed away, but she just keeps on going. She attached herself to my son and would only tolerate the rest of us. When he left home the first time ten years ago, she was lost and wouldn't have anything to do with anyone other than letting us feed her for most of a year. Then I guess she decided that if she was going to get any affection at all it would have to be from us so she came around to liking me. When my son moved back home the second time last year,she immediately reattached herself to him as if he had never left. When he came back the first time, he had brought another cat with him and she didn't like him much that time LOL.
Wow,what a ramble. Guess this is the day for it.
Eithne






