So fleece my bees and grease my knees
Monday June 07th 2010, 11:15 pm
Filed under: Life,Wildlife

I was channeling my inner Shel Silverstein: oh, I’m looking for my missing fleece…

And my inner Laura Numeroff.

The rest of Edgar’s curly locks had gone missing, and I have someone I want to share him with.

So then a closet suspected of holding them hostage got gleaned of Goodwill-ables.

So then discoveries were made of, wow, that really fits me post-op! Or, wow, that really really doesn’t wear well now with–should I–never mind. Out!

And if a closet gets gleaned of Goodwill-ables, it starts other cleaning in motion.

And if cleaning is in motion, it spreads to other rooms.

And if it spreads to other rooms, you need some hot cocoa. (Trust me on this one.)

And if you have hot cocoa, you have the perfect set-up for knitting with your feet propped up because you could use the rest. But the best knitting requires spinning up some fleece on that wheel. And Edgar would be perfect, if you could find….

And one last thing–if you have a  swept patio and you put a big plastic pot outside there to transplant your tomato plant into and pour in the last of one potting soil bag but decide lifting the other one in its entirety must wait for another day, the squirrels will attack it en masse, grabbing and pulling from opposing sides on their tippy-toes and will knock it over repeatedly trying to climb into it and will roll dirt all over the patio because they know, they just know!, that there has to be good stuff in there just waiting to be raided and you you and YOU get out of here this is MY plunder!

Fer cryin’ out loud, give it a little time, willya?

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and maybe next time you should start with the hot chocolate and knitting and end with the cleaning. Especially when one of those lovely strong men in your life is around to do the heavy lifting!

Comment by Holly 06.08.10 @ 2:05 am

Me? I just TALK about cleaning, and potting tomatoes. I’ve decided it’s too late here to mess with the tomato plant. That, and I couldn’t find one!

Comment by Channon 06.08.10 @ 8:07 am

Me? I just TALK about cleaning, and potting tomatoes. I’ve decided it’s too late here to mess with the tomato plant. That, and I couldn’t find one!

Comment by Channon 06.08.10 @ 8:07 am

Cleaning? What’s that? Sounds contagious.

Fun –

Being “over the hill” is much better than being under it!

Wrinkled was not one of the things I wanted to be when I grew up.

Comment by Don Meyer 06.08.10 @ 9:15 am

I understand your tale very well. I’ve been hunting for travel project supplies lately, and it keeps turning into a cleaning/organizing the stash project. I don’t have time for that! Go hot chocolate!

Comment by Ruth 06.08.10 @ 11:29 am

It tempts me into putting a large “dirt box” (like a sandbox but with potting soil) out there for them to play with. But neighborhood cats could make that a bad idea.

Comment by Diana Troldahl 06.08.10 @ 12:57 pm

Oh yes! Shel Silverstein, Laura Numerhoff are gold. Did you read Judith Viorst’s books about Alexander? A favorite for my son. He’s now 26, and I’ve got the “important stuff you’ll need to know when…” file labeled as “In the event that something terrible, horrible, no good, very bad happens….” He rolls his eyes.

Good luck finding the fleece, and everything else.

Comment by DebbieR 06.08.10 @ 1:24 pm

It sounds like a very productive day for both you and the squirrels! Did the fleece ever appear?

Comment by Jocelyn 06.08.10 @ 5:34 pm

Yeah, decluttering does have a kind of “if you give a mouse a cookie” effect to it, doesn’t it? And around here, it has been known to take on the air of an archeological dig!

Comment by Shirley 07.07.10 @ 8:31 am

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