For the first 40 some years of my life I was a night person. My day didn’t start until some time around sundown and didn’t come crashing down until others were getting up for work. It’s a wonder I made it through school at all, let alone with the grades that I did. (All A’s except for a D in Chemistry. Formulae were not my big suit) I know I haven’t the foggiest idea of what I learned in American history. It was my 7th period class and by then I was asleep on my feet. (Yes, we had 7 50 minute periods and, before we got a cafeteria, an hour for lunch so we could go out and get something or go home if we lived in town. School started at 7:45 am and let out at 4pm.)
The carnival was the perfect work for me. Early call was around 4pm and most of the time we didn’t start until 7. It was heaven for me not to have to get up early, to sleep while the sun was shining and actually be at my best for work.
When I opened my business I worked very hard to change that. It took me years but I could finally get up at dawn, start my work day and not go to bed until late. And not walk around in a fog all the time.
So why are my dogs trying to make me a night owl again? Jake starts ‘mooing’ about the time Leo leaves for work (5:30 pm) and keeps it up until I let them out at 9. When they come in, it starts again. About 11 they start singing. In 2 part harmony and sometimes counterpoint. At 3 am they have to go out again. By 4:30, when Leo comes home, they are so glad to see him that 2 dogs sound like 40. (and they have to go out again)
It’s much quieter if I’m up, even if I’m not in the same room with them. They seem to know when I want to try to go sleep. Try being the operative word. What really pisses me off is that THEY DON’T DO IT ON THE NIGHTS WHEN LEO IS OFF AND AT HOME. Oh no, they’re quieter than dust bunnies when he’s here. So you know what that means…of course he doesn’t believe me that it’s happening.
So, if you suddenly notice that I’m only posting or fiddling around on FaceBook after dark and you can’t get hold of me during daylight hours, don’t worry. I haven’t been bitten by a vampire, I’ve just reverted to my younger days. Besides, there’s not enough room for a coffin in this house.
But this isn’t really an entry, entry. It’s just another show off of some of the things I’ve been doing lately.
The wimple, sometimes called a snood, is making a comeback. Pull it up to keep head and ears warm or wear it around your neck as a cowl.
Black with tones of gray fun fur, knitted in traveling vine stitch.
Multiple shades of blue and purple in a firmer fabric.
Leo finished the porch yesterday. Yes, I’m just as surprised as you are. Three weeks and it’s actually done. He did a great job on it. It’s solid, it’s never going to rot away…he used that new plastic building planks…it looks great. Ok, we need new steps but these are servicable and not a danger so I can live with them.
Of course, the back of the house that’s been rotting away for a long time and he’s been ‘working on’ for at least 5 years is still rotting away and he hasn’t even touched in about 18 months. And he has no idea why this irks me.
But…as he was congratulating himself and getting ready to take a shower he found that the floor behind the toilet no longer exists. Remember the plumber’s putty he used to ‘fix’ the leak in the toilet tank? Evidently it didn’t. He still had a container under the leak and was emptying it regularly but didn’t see the water that was seeping onto the floor, under the linoleum and rotting the floor.
We can’t afford to have somebody come in and do it for us so Leo’s going to do it himself. Of course I’m skeptical, but keeping my mouth shut. Well…until he says that he’ll either have to rent a portapotty or send me on vacation for about a month while he replaces the floor and the toilet. Yep, a month to do just those 2 things. Then I can come home but he can’t guarantee when we’ll have bathing facilities again. (Remember, we only have -1- bathroom).
Maybe if I headbang long enough and hard enough I’ll put myself in a coma and not have to worry about no shower for the next year or 16.