Frustraion: Just Ahead

Let’s Just Forget January 2018

[All in the form of a “Sunday Seven,” but on Friday instead of Sunday.  Apparently, my mind only works in increments of seven now.]

Two Weeks in Hell Heck

Two weeks ago—TWO WEEKS!  FOURTEEN DAYS!—on January 19, I was working on my Outlander season 3 favorite episodes post.  I began having difficulty saving the in-progress post as I had no internet connection.  Not a big problem, I thought.  My router is getting old and it sometimes “burps” offline for a few minutes.  I had the backup plan to write the post offline, then copy and paste when the time was right.

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Found on My Kitchen Table

The welcome sign on my "welcome cat" broke.

Before

Clearing things out always offers a surprise or two.  Having washed the dishes and put away the laundry this morning, I decided to spend a little time clearing off the kitchen table.  Here’s what I found:

  1. The drip tray to a large, round George Forman grill (which also bakes) I no longer use.  I immediately put the grill and all its accoutrements in the Goodwill box without feeling guilty that it wasn’t complete.
  2. An upside down salt shaker.  Who the hell did that?  No, the holes weren’t covered with tape, so a pile of salt spilled out when I turned it over.  Fortunately, it was sitting on a ceramic tray and was easy to clean up.  It was nice to see the tray again.  It’s very colorful and cute.
  3. The pump to a bath and shower gel I’d been looking for.  I’d thought I’d found the pump, but this one is 1) black instead of white, which coordinates goes with the decorative bottle, and 2) is shorter and more likely fits the squat, round bottle.
  4. Krazy Glue!  Two bottles!  Now I could fix my resin Welcome Cat sitting outside my door.  The “welcome sign broke some time ago.  I was able to fix it with Krazy Glue, but when my neighbor moved out-  😥  -it got broken again.  After failing several times with bottle #1, I tried bottle #2.  No love there, either.  So I ended up slipping the chain onto one of the cat’s wire whiskers.  Actually, it doesn’t look that bad.
At least the welcome sign is horizontal now.

After

Hmm, I see I need to straighten Mr. Whiskers around.

(The metal black and white sculpture belongs to my Boston terrier-loving neighbor.  She kindly left her Welcome Dog when she moved.  Since she’s renting her place, she comes back now and then.)

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