@Skye cv,
Skye;22811 wrote:Red
Thanks for asking about the move.
My new day began in the dark (no clock to tell me where I was or why?)...
and out of sheer stupidity started my stumbling down an unknown hall into a stack of boxes. Ouch. Still haven't memorized light switch locations.
I am now lying on the floor looking up at all the cables and wires wondering if I'll blow up my new office if I plug yet one more thing into the wall!
Move was tiring, irritating and a comedy of errors. More coffee!
I may get a book out of it haha.
Re a gardner - interview extensively - the ones with tight jeans are a joy to behold even if they are only passable lawn cutters.... lighten your life girl!
LOL Skye, hooking up wires well that's man's work dear. Be carefull, It took me a week to learn the difference between the closet and the washroom. No one in their right mind would let me plug anything other than a curling iron in. Bad things happen, baby sister kills appliances. Every house she enters the water heater goes plunk and dies, she only lasted three hours at my house before she killed another one. I haven't invited her back. I have a tankless water/heater boiler now.
Socal, I tried finding a second husband last summer to do the yard work but that ended in badly. The only taker was a fella at Tim Hortons who offered me his grass eating horse for the summer. I politely declined his offer, I would of needed a rather large shovel. My lawn mover is a lawn boy and that's the only "Lawn Maintanance Worker" that works for free.
Rugon I often do yard work in a sundress, and red rubber boots. Safty is important, I don't want to slip and fall with out a panic button. The neighbours think I'm a cast off the sixties. I was only a twinkle in Pop's eyes then. Rubber boots are a girl's best friend.
