I waited until he was ready to go back to his RV to go to sleep.
He had been sweet‑talking his dog, and I wanted to be sure where she was spending the night.
It was 1:20 a.m. when they headed to the RV, and I drifted off to sleep sometime between then and 2 a.m.
I think the last time I glanced at the clock, it was about 1:50 a.m.
It was 9:30 a.m. before I crawled out of bed.
That’s pretty late for me.
Cowboy crept out at 9:40 a.m.
He probably would have slept in later, but today is church.
Heron appeared at 10:58 a.m.
Badger didn’t pop out until 11:55 a.m.
You don’t know how wonderful it is to wake up to a silent Sunday house.
Until you live with three neurodiverse littles and a toddler, you really do not appreciate the simple enjoyment of being able to sleep late and wake up to silence.
I say it a trillion‑million times: I love them. I just do better with visits than with all‑weekend wake‑ups.
Today was a nothing day, and that’s fine.
Cowboy went to morning and evening services, but the rest of the day he napped.
Heron was gone, doing whatever Heron does.
Raven was still at the other parent’s house.
It was 8:15 p.m. before he got home, and he goes to work at 10 p.m. on Sundays.
Badger was in her room doing Badgerly things.
I alternated between the computer and my room to read or watch TV.
I enjoyed the lazy Sunday.
Badger and I took a quick walk around the Baptist Church parking lot, just to get the petticoat stink off, as my Granny used to say
You know, I probably should wonder about that phrase.
Google doesn’t pull it up.
But we got a bit of fresh air.
And I learned a bit of terrible news.
Yuppie across the street was yelling at Side Deck Neighbor’s son about her house, and he told him that it was going up for sale very soon.
Dang.
I was hoping that they’d keep it in the family, but I guess that’s not practical.
I told Cowboy he needed to get our property surveyed again, and he about had a cow.
It costs too much and is useless.
Old Store Neighbor is getting ready to replace his shed, and it is on our property line.
Oh shoot, it’s way over where it should be.
With them selling that house and OSN replacing the shed, we need a new survey.
We need to put markers down again.
But if he wishes to be stubborn and lose some property, he can.
If I outlive him, I’m heading somewhere warmer.
The house belongs to Badger after we’re gone; she can take it over a little sooner if she wants.
Other than that, a nothing day.
Sometimes nothing days are just what one needs.
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"Get the petticoat stink out" is a very interesting saying so I also tried also to find the meaning from Mr. Google. I did find this bit of advice:
ReplyDelete"Tips: To keep your petticoats fresh, hang them on a coat hanger and leave them outside to air out. This removes smells and freshens them up between wears. A sunny or windy spot is particularly good for this."
I don't actually remember wearing a petticoat but it's possible I did when I was about 8 or 9.
Pam: Thank you. My grandmother was born in 1911. They may have very well aired their petticoats out, and that's where she got the phrase. I know they had to wash by hand when she was growing up, and they had wringer washers until the late 70s.
ReplyDeleteAny time I wore a skirt or a dress, I had to have a slip on. I guess that's about the same as a petticoat. I grew up in the 70s-80s. One did not leave the house without one 😊By that time, though, they were tossed in a washing machine.