Date Posted:Wed, February 21 2024, 21:24:01 Author: Betsy BFS Subject: QOTD for Thursday, 2/22/24
Happy Thursday, Lallyland!
I seem to have the attention of a gnat these days. It's not quite new of an issue but I think it's worse. As I sit here and look around I can see five laundry baskets, all overflowing (honest) so piled high, they have erupted to the floor. Some are dirty cloths, some are clean, but they have all decided to mingle together and have tea. I have no idea which basket is what; this afternoon, I folded the same T-shirt four times and still don't know which basket is waiting for this shirt to come home. And the washing machine keeps spitting out more clean stuff that should be folded and put in the appropriate basket, if I could figure out what's clean stuff and what's dirty... I honestly believe the endless piles have conspired to play musical chairs together, and I Know I've heard snickering in the bottom at least two of the piles.
There really is an excuse for some of this insanity. Apparently, when I left for a few hours, I had blocked off the kitchen so my precious puppies couldn't get into it but they battled through my blockade and ate: two pounds of butter, all the cat food in the kitty dishes, all of the can of dog kibble, two bananas, one mangled grapefruit which I guess they didn't like, two extra-large yams that were cooling on the counter for their supper, every last bit in the garbage, and two big coffee cans full of compost. After their non-sanctioned snack, both of them threw up in the middle of my bed. Several times. Seeping through two big quilts and two, Two, yes indeed TWO down comforters. Oh the the sheets as well. And one pillow. Queen sized sheets but king size everything else.
The dogs are alive, but I'm not fond of them today.
The following quote is from "Go Tell The Bees That I Am Gone," by Diana Gabaldon, etc. All rights reserved.
"Mmphm," Jamie knew he was defeated, but he wasn't surrendering just yet. "And how d'ye mean to guarantee their good behavior, a bhanamhaighister?"
An inaudible but clear vibration that might have been amusement ran through the older women, though it vanished in an instant when Harriet turned her head to look over at them. When she turned back, her eyes were fixed on me, not Jamie, which gave me a start.
"I suppose your wife could answer that for ye, Laird," she said circumspectly, and let the corner of her mouth tuck in for a moment. Her gaze dropped to Jamie again. "None of the men can cook. But if ye dinna trust what a wife might do to a husband who's taken the house from over her head, and the food out of her bairn's mouths... perhaps ye can imagine what the brothers and sons of those wives might do to him. If ye'd like me to have my lads come and swear that same oath to ye..."
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I wasn't bothered by the women's request. Just because one is married to an idiot does't make an idiot yourself. In those times, women were not included in any decision the cabbage-headed men made. Mothers are fiercely protective of there children, and I'm not surprised that they advocated for their families.For me, they put their pride away for the sake of their wee ones. Leaving them homeless was pretty much a death sentence. I had to chuckle at the unspoken ripple of humor that went through the women when Jamie asked the ladies how they could assure their husbands would "behave." -- Betsy BFS, Fri, February 23 2024, 9:42:40
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That's quite a compliment and I am humbled. She was a real class act. When she was nearing the end of her life from pancreatic? kidney? disease.....it's kidney. I looked up.... her friends and family urged her to use her fame to jump to the head of the transplant line, but she said No. She'd wait her turn, like everyone else. She did end up getting a transplant, but died of complications. I loved her slant on life! Thank you for the complement. I am humbled. -- Betsy BFS, Fri, February 23 2024, 9:10:52