Okay, it’s no longer Sunday

It is Wednesday and because I have switched trash companies, take out night is Tuesday, instead of Wednesday . . . and in the middle of the night, I remembered this. The trash is out there, if it hasn’t been picked up already and I am so happy that I have/had trash in my driveway. Once upon a time, I probably thought that would be a ridiculous sentence to write. Ah, well: Sic gloria mundi transit.

The electrician was here for two days and found some interesting plugs and connector boxes in various parts of the house. I now have working three-way switches, new plugs, four new ceiling fans, new lights in the kitchen and a bathroom . . . and a couple more little projects once I find the type of light I want. We did temporarily transfer the old kitchen light to a the dark eating nook so that we could see stuff other than gloom while I decide on a new fixture. The one I thought I would like didn’t pan out to be as it appeared on the website.

In other news, I ate two tomatoes yesterday and got “the trots.” I’m okay at this point, but yestday there was a lot of “NOW” urgency. Back in the days of outhouses, all the neighbors knew when someone had the trots. That’s when I learned the phrase; overhearing family members remarking about the man who lived across the road. (It seems when you had the trots, one chose to use the privy rather than the new-fangled indoor facility.)

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  1. This is a TMI comment so skip if you don’t want a “trots” story….

    So my grandson has had diarrhea for a couple of days. He discovered that when engaged upon the porcelain throne it makes a lovely sound….. he decided it sounded like a mustard bottle. So he yells…. “it sounds like mustard mom!” and a second later he shouts… “and it looks like mustard too!”…. After that whenever the urge came upon him he’d holler “I gotta go make mustard!” and run to the bathroom. Being five years old he finds this quite hilarious. Nothing like bathroom jokes to make a little boy happy.

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