Sophie got me moving

Yes, I got up off the sofa yesterday and did a whole bunch of things, including working on the bathroom floor. And other household things. Sheeesh! Today is another wet day in the 50’s and again my feet are by a space heater.

BACK OFF, SOPHIE!!!      I’ll get going in a moment . . . . Okay?

But first I have to make myself realize that we are not still in March and that Memorial Day Weekend is, not this one, but the very next one. That means one week from today I will be heading down to Kingman with my traditional geranium, spike and ivy urn . . . and maybe a granddaughter. I think I’m going to see if I (we) can bunk at Glenda’s and then come back on Thursday.

Der Bingle is coming on Thursday from The Ohio Redoubt and so we’ll be back in time to push him into the car and head him off for a physical at the doctor’s at 9 am on Friday. I don’t know why I put “at the doctor’s” because I can’t see sending him to a plumber, electrician or accountant for that purpose . . . although maybe they will talk plumbing. Okay, okay, no more little jokies.

Serious face now. So, after the Kingman urn delivery, there will be four more “urnings” at two more cemeteries. And only one week to get them ready! The weather has let the calendar sneak up on us. Three weeks after Memorial Day, it will be the longest day of the year, and that seems impossible. For the most part, we have been in a Big Gray Chill  since the shortest day right before Christmas.

Must concentrate on getting urns ready. Must. Must. Must.

Hey, Sophie, put “URNS” on a post-it note and stick it on your forehead.