A Tuesday

I am here. And I will be back later. Ennui, dontcha know.

***

OK, see I said I’d be back. Not that I have anything great to say, but I’m here. I am determining the direction to take my cleaning.  Oh, we are getting a new roof and the roofer will bring a dumpster and I’m wondering how illegal it would be to toss in a few little things. Actually, I guess if I took them upstairs and passed them out a bedroom window to the porch roof, they would be officially roof debris.

Rats, I am going to have to take things off of the huge windowsill space on the porch here . . . you realize that includes a monk, a witch, a nutcracker, the incredible chiming clock – four on the quarter hour, eight on the half, 12 on the three-quarter  and a total of 16 tones plus the hour when the minute hand is straight up. I remember this clock since I was a kid. Once I was watching a late night mystery courtroom movie and the revelation of who dunnit it began as the clock began it’s pre-midnight chime. Sixteen melodic chimes and 12 big bongs.

Then there’s the lighthouse lamp and the oil lamp and  little wooden boxes and three cows, a cowbell, a moose and a pig . . . Well, I don’t have to have this ready tomorrow. Ah, the Procrastination Queen lives.