boyoboy, am i lazy!!!
Seriously. What kind of loafer bellyaches because she has to get off her duff to pick up her messy house so the Cleaning Lady from Heaven can come in and work herself half to death scrubbing the place down?
That would be moi.
But truth to tell, I just do not feel like getting up and putting all the junk away.
Today is gonna be a whole day of don’t-wannas.
- Don’t wanna pick up the mess.
- Don’t wanna traipse to Best Buy and get them to explain why I can’t back up the laptop, and maybe with any luck get them to fix it.
- Don’t wanna drive so much as down to the end of the block, to say nothing of over to the most crowded, hectic stretch of hateful Camelback Road.
- Don’t wanna try to find out what happened to Pool Dude, who seems not have surfaced this week. So far.
- Don’t wanna go over to the Toyota shop and argue about whatever the latest recall is about.
- Don’t wanna traipse to AJ’s and stock up on dog and human food…again.
- Especially don’t wanna have to order this damn thing, to the tune of $84 plus shipping.
- Wait, i take that back. Because i have Amazon prime, i don’t have to pay for shipping…assuming i play my cards right.
Yeah. Somehow the large, expensive lampshade on the brass lamp that stands near the front door got ripped. I think because I gently touched it…
The shades are so old that their linen has kinda turned to tissue paper.
Seriously: my mother bought these lamps in San Francisco, when she and I came home from Arabia to stay — and several months before my father arrived. That would have been about in 19 and aught-57…
Since he wasn’t here to stop her, she went all out with the home decorating frenzy. Bought stuff in very nice stores in the City…read “very expensive.” Macy’s. The Emporium. City of Paris. I. Magnin. The White House….
Gosh, those were the good ole’ days! 😀
He would never have allowed her to buy these things. His idea of “pricey” was Price Club, a predecessor to Costco. The concept of spending a little (or a lot…) more to buy a quality product, one that wouldn’t fall apart every time you turn around, was lost on him. He was so cheap, he wouldn’t even shop in Costco, once it established itself. After she died, he bought a junk lounge chair at a low-end furniture dealer called John F. Lawhon. “Junk” was an understatement…
She never told him how much she’d paid for the stuff. He’d have divorced her if he found out.
No kidding: periodically he would threaten to divorce her if she didn’t quit spending “his” money.
My son still has her dining room table. I glommed the matching chairs, which reside in my dining room. And the handsome bureau drawers and nightstands. And I still have five of the pricey lamps she bought. Wish I still had everything…
One of the lamps, which resides in my office now, is made of Venetian glass. It’s a gorgeous thing. Others were solid brass. And it’s one of those brass lamps that needs a new shade.
The old shade just fell apart, so ancient is it. I’m thinking I’ll order this overpriced thing from Amazon…having spent several hours yesterday traipsing around the city looking for a credible replacement.
Welp…better get up and start shifting around…