I never have any trouble with Friday the thirteenth...
My bad days come on Monday the thirteenth.
I had two Doctor's appointments today.
The first one, they didn't have a part that was needed for my treatment. It needs to be special ordered.
The second one, the lights went out when I was getting dressed... Lots of darkness ensued... I got dressed by the light of a flashlight... Fun day! A couple of hours wasted...Luckily, it is one of those things that I can laugh about. Nothing serious. Just plain silly.
I came home and decided to clean out the coiled basket box.
That was almost as bad... Look at the very nice neat box above. Yes. I got it cleaned out.
Guess what I found in it? Nine unfinished baskets that were started...
Then Tessie came in and pointed out that I had a lot more that hadn't even been sawed apart and more that hadn't been drilled... She's so helpful...
I didn't have the heart to tell her about the other box that I have that has whole gourds in it... Un-drilled... Un-sawed and some that haven't even been marked for sawing or drilling.
I did a couple of rows on one of the basket whilst she was standing watch over me. As soon as she left the room, I quit!
Tomorrow is another day... I am starting over in the morning. Hopefully Tuesday the fourteenth will be better than Monday, the thirteenth. See you then.
4 comments:
pues si que tienes posibles canastas futuras para furutos cestos , creo que haces muy bien en no hacer demasiado caso a Tessie
besitos
Mari
Hello Casey,
Hopefully Monday the thirteenth will not come for quite a while.
Big hug
Giac
Glad your Monday the Thirteenth is in the history books. Here's to a better week.
Wendy
You are very inspiring! I read your blog and started cleaning, cleaning, cleaning ... It's so cool! Bad days are, but good days follow!
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