At the moment my life is pretty dull. I am once again dogsitting for my niece's beagle/golden. He was no longer invited to his last home away from home after he ate the bedding in one of the bedrooms. He has serious separation anxiety due to having been originally raised by an unstable alcoholic. I thought Molly, my beagle, had separation anxiety. Wooo, not compared to this sweet beast.
He howled and whined and cried and paced for hours yesterday. He ignored the beagles, who wanted to play with him. He should be in dog heaven, two hot little ladies chasing him around. But he was wallowing in misery, missing his family. Poor guy. They will be back late tomorrow night. We will all be glad to see them! I can't leave the house while he is here, so I am stuck inside from yesterday afternoon to late tomorrow night. In other words, the entire weekend. Sigh.
In return for giving up my weekend and the current comforter on my bed that now has a fist-sized hole in it, my nephew is installing an ironing board for me. It is built into the wall, like a cabinet. You open the door, the board comes down, and there is an outlet inside to plug the iron into. I want it right next to my walk in closet, so I can iron without running through the house every morning. We had a communication malfunction and he put it at 36 inches instead of 32 inches. OK, I can deal with that. However, he ran into some difficulties with the wiring and it isn't hooked up yet. I keep glancing at those wires, thinking, "I can do this." So far, I haven't tried. I don't have any end caps.
I hope he does it soon, because I am really looking forward to having this. For some reason, I find ironing to be a calming chore, compared to most household chores, so I don't mind doing it or the laundry.
Sure, go ahead. Send me your laundry. I will get to it some day.
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