Regardless of the situation, no matter how hopeless the outcome may be, I will never quit, and I will never back down. I have become the wolf.

As we were changing sheets the other day, Joe looked at me and in all sincerity asked me, “honey, can  you fix a whole in this sheet?”  My first thought was “are you kidding me?”  I can’t remember the last time I “fixed” something.  Torn, stained or otherwise damaged items get tossed and replaced.  It’s way too easy to get on the internet and order a replacement and have it shipped to your door.

I used to fix things.  I was raised to fix things.  Sheets were a luxury and you kept them in good shape.  I remember spending hours in my parent’s basement ironing and starching  sheets and pillowcases.  Needle and thread tucked in to the end of the ironing board, just in case you found a hole.  Fix it immediately, was my mothers motto.  Frayed tuck points were whip stitched, hems checked and restitched.

I still remember how I got conned into doing all the ironing for the house.  Mom held a contest to see who could iron better between my sister and I.  Me, in my constant puppy dog eagerness to please, fell for it.  The winner would get a movie with popcorn alone with mom.  What a rare treat.  So, with mom leaning on the washer, cig in one hand, beer in the other, called start and the iron off began.  We each had to starch and iron a pillowcase so it would pass the old mans inspection.  Of course, I won.  I then got the honor of being the official ironer of the house.  Never did get that movie though.  Diane laughed her ass off at me.  She got rid of another crappy chore.  Yeah me.  I did get even though, I’m afraid of heights so she had to clean the gutters.  I had to do it more often, but hers was grosser.  It all worked out in the end.

So the question I’m faced with is, do I ditch the torn sheet set and turn them into rags and replace them or do I add them to the overflowing basket of “projects Brenda has every intention of finishing, but just can’t seem to find the time or energy for”.  You know, the someday pile.  I’m pretty sure I’ll go with the first option.  I have lots of sheets, not so much time.

Speaking of working, I’ve been busting it all day getting my back yard ready for summer.  I figure the more I do now, the less I have to catch up on later.  I know I’m probably over doing it, but I’m getting shit done that I’ve wanted to do for a long time and as long as I have the energy to do it today I’m getting it done.  Got all my flowers in pots, just put in a few veggies this year since they never produce for me anyway.  Flowers I can grow, veggies, not so much.  I also ripped down the vines that were choking out my Japanese maple.  Poor little thing was more green than red.  Got to take my loppers to the neighbors trees that overhang my fence.  They let a bunch of “weed trees” grow wild on their side of the fence and I have to contend with them every year.  These things grow like a foot a week, if you cut them down, they will just send out another shoot.  Dig them up and they come back.  I hate these farking things.

OK, I’m back off to work.  Not much more to do.  Just the roses and the side fence.  All the big stuff has been tackled.

Have a blessed day everyone.

Oh and for JV, here’s my yard.  These shots show it in mid-chaos.  I’ll post more tomorrow of the “finished work.

The yard


My flower garden

The pool




Comments on: "It started with a question." (1)

  1. The other day I saw my husband had thrown away a sock with a hole in the toe. I sweetly asked if he wanted me to darn it. He looked so hopeful/confused I just laughed maniacally. Throw it away unless it is a tiny hole and you are particularly attached to those sheets 😉 Of course, I’m not the best judge. I have been known to buy higher heels to avoid hemming a pair of slacks.

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