Saturday, August 22, 2015

Handle Hopes Dashed

So I'm just getting my teeth into that Charleston Attic website when Scott comes home and starts frying up side pork.

"What are your plans for the rest of the day?" I ask, still in my pyjamas and housecoat. "It's your night to have supper with Grandma, and you'll go in an hour early to visit your dad. Anything else?"

It's rainy so he can't hay or make bales;  he was in town already this morning, working on a house addition.

"Maybe I'll get these handles on," he says.



"Woo hoo!" I think, but don't say. We've had them for two or three weeks now, but he's been busy.

What I say is, "Oh! I'd better get these dishes done then." Why I think he'd need a clean countertop, I don't know; he takes the doors off and the drawers out anyway, right?

But anyway, the dishes need doing so I do them.

Alas, I am meant to be disappointed, because he takes quite a while weighing just where and how he's going to place them on the wood, and then he has a little nap, and then someone asks for a favour and he leaves the house to do it, and then he delivers the favour before heading for Kelvington to do his visiting and supping.

Sigh. Maybe tomorrow.


6 comments:

  1. Well, I hope it happens today. :-) Why is it always so hard to do the home stuff and why does other's stuff always come first? It's like the shoemaker with no shoes.

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    1. Aye, that's what they say. I can understand that if you've made shoes all day, you don't want to fix more shoes when you get home. I, on the other hand, work at the computer all day and have no aversion to getting on a computer again when I'm home, albeit I'm then doing different things on the computer. But the shoemaker thing also makes me ask questions like "Is making money always more important?" and "Is self-esteem so low that pleasing others is more important than pleasing self or doing things for self/home?" It's a whole other topic, there.

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  2. Handleless cupboards are the latest thing..

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