You think you’re caught up when you get the house cleaned, but in the meantime, the sheets are getting wrinkled, stomachs are getting empty and it’s all to do over again. My mother used to say that a lot and she was wise.
Today was “scrub the kitchen walls” day. Until they were cleaned and white again, I didn’t how grubby they really were. When you take a picture off the wall and you see the outline of the frame as clearly as if it had been spray painted on the wall you get the idea the walls are covered with something similar to pond scum. The thick “yeller” kind. It doesn’t help to have smokers in the house. My kitchen looks pretty sparkly, at the moment which makes the rest of the houses look…..ya know.
Well, there is one wall that didn’t get scrubbed. That’s the one that has the marks the grandkids put up when they decided to measure themselves and see how much they had grown since the day before when they did the same thing. They’d make a crooked mark and write their name beside it. The walls being lumpy as they are makes it a little hard to read. There’s a lot of magic mark on that wall. We need to do that again but we’ll have to get out the step ladder to measure the grandsons.
I mailed a birthday card to a friend today. It will be late as her birthday is too close to mine for me to be prompt. She called me the other day with birthday wishes and said she was looking forward to getting her card late. This is the way this card thing works. Years ago my KC friend Pat started sending these hilarious cards to friends with sticky note messages (instead of writing on the card) so the card could be recycled. She sends one to my friend Joyce for her birthday with a sticky note message and Joyce sends it on to me each year on my birthday with another sticky note message on top of the old one, since we’re all good friends. Every year I send it on to my friend Bev in Lincoln NE who sends it to her friend who has come to expect it. We all put our initials down in the corner. I’ve often wondered where the card goes. Maybe next year I’ll put in self-addressed stamped post cards so each recipient can send me the location of the card. One of the reasons it’s so much fun, is that Pat can find the funniest, most unusual cards in the world. They are side-splitters.
Tomorrow is more of the same, cleaning and waxing another car. That along with a double-header ball game tomorrow night here in town. The doting parents, grandparents and friends/admirers of the players gather at the ball diamond for five hours of sheer boredom. Six to eleven. That’s how long it usually takes. Baseball is great if you happen to be a player, but otherwise it is about as exciting as a plateful of gray food. I think the parents go out of habit. They like the camaraderie. They team up throughout the school year and would feel denied if they couldn’t find something to follow during the summer. Their sons dutifully oblige and play anything that requires using a ball. I have a personal interest and always look forward to scoping out the catcher. Take a hat, chair, jug of water and 10# bag of salted sunflower seeds and head to the Rec Center. You wade though an ankle deep layer of “spat out sunflower seed shells” from years of “spatting” by all those spectators. All kidding aside, it really is a fun and relaxing way to spend an evening.
I have meetings Wednesday and Thursday. Friday is an off day. Good for that. Maybe I can actually cook a meal and pretend to be domestic.
Goodnight to Annie on the farm. She checks in with me every night before she checks out for the night.