Everybody Got Something...

Reggie got his house moved.

April and Amare came over and April got roped into house moving detail.

I got a place to play again.

Sir Reggie announced that he would like a hanging bed or one that is rounded to fit in the bay window. 

Now I am trying to decide which one has less work and tearing of hair involved...

Meanwhile, Sir Reginald just sits there making a coiled basket. 

Tessie got three strings of #13 beads for necklaces, purses and other gewgaws.

Which translates to, "More work for me.".

She is already planning all kinds of necklaces, purses and other gewgaws!  LOTS of them.

Kota didn't get anything but a long nap...He likes those better than beads.

And Zar made out like a bandit!  He got a whole LOT of hex nuts!  These were strings of beads in that shape.  Just the right size for him to work with!

He will now start pestering me for his Steampunk store.

It never ends!

See you tomorrow.  Bed in progress...

Someone's Trying to Tell Me Something...

 To be specific, I am being bombarded with suggestions from all sides! 

This morning I was missing one sock with a hole in the bottom..

I went to look for it and this is what I saw...

It's hard to see, but Reggie is wrapped up in that sock. 

The Terrible Two went so far as to cut off the part with the hole.  They tied the bottom of the sock together with a piece of the yarn...

Then somehow, they wrestled Reggie into the home made sleeping bag.

 I let them get him upstairs in the townhouse.  They plopped him on the floor of the bedroom.  He didn't move much.  I suspect a sleeping potion.

I was not in the mood for an argument, so I let them get away.

Meanwhile, Walter and I went to pick up his car from being worked on.

On the way back he stopped for Chinese food for lunch...

My fortune cookie was another hint!  I have to get back to work.  It's getting pretty bad when the guy that writes the messages in the fortune cookies starts nagging me.

Until I get the house moved, I am going to go to work on some furniture.

Somewhere along the line, Sir Reggie woke up and immediately started searching for the perfect bed for his new home.

Before I could stop him, he had about a quarter of my furniture books scattered around on the bed. He finally asked me for help... I suspect that he blackmailed Tessie into zapping them into the bedroom.  There's no way that he could have carried them all in there without a heart attack. 

Kota slept through the whole thing! 

I did notice that Reggie also dragged out one of my quad rule planning pads.  He means business this time...

I have to stop writing now and go start drawing plans for a bed as soon as he decides which one he likes best. 

Back to the drawing board.  See you tomorrow.

Upstairs, Downstairs...

 I went into the kitchen a while ago and noticed that Tessie and Zar were having breakfast on the roof of the Clockwork trailer...

That was a bit unusual... They have been spending a lot of time in the Forest Fantasy Cottage.

I had to stick my nose in where it didn't belong... I should have known better.

Yesterday, Reggie came to me and asked to have the trailer cleaned.  To use his exact words..."It is a filthy pigsty."

I knew that the Terrible Two wouldn't do it, so I got the mop and dust rag out and went to work.  The thing is, I didn't stop to think what he was wanting it cleaned for...

Now I know.  I looked into the trailer.  Reggie was asleep on Zar's bed.  The couch was empty.

I went up to the roof and asked what was happening... Then I noticed that Zar had rearranged things so that the Steampunk Organ was directly above the head of the bed, downstairs...

I do believe that revenge is being taken...

Zar explained that he uncle was known to take advantage of any situation that he could...

I don't think that he will be staying where he is for long.  I heard the organ a couple of times during the night... It wasn't very loud where I was, but I am sure that Uncle Reggie was getting the full concert vibe! 

Tessie pleaded with me to start fixing the house for him.  I will as soon as we get it moved to the worktable in the bedroom.  Until then, I have a feeling that I am going to be refereeing a  few arguments. 

Tessie is sleeping at  Cordelia's place.  On the couch.  Zar is sleeping in the Forrest Fantasy Cottage on the pull out bed... And Sir Reginald is not sleeping well at all. 

Zar told me that the Terrible Two plus One are planning to stay up all night tonight.  They will take turns at the Steampunk Organ... I am assuming that Spike, as a loyal plus One, will be howling his little lungs out.  It's just a good thing that I have a nice fluffy pillow to put over my head! 

I am going to try to at least get a bed in the bedroom of Sir Reggie's new house by tonight.  Wish me luck.

See you tomorrow.

The Fun is About to Start...

 Uncle Reggie seems to have recovered most of his memory, with the addition of proper clothing.  I think he was just in shock.

He is wheeling and dealing as usual now.  He talked Zar into helping him repair the house and whatever furniture he can talk Tessie out of, for cheap...

No mention of payment for the help... After all Zar is his nephew. All in the family.

 I did very little on the Russian Rug yesterday.  I didn't tell you.  Three witches arrived on my doorstep equipped with a couple of plates of goodies, yesterday about 1:00 PM. 

They insisted that I had been out of the loop long enough.  A great time was had by all.  Not much in mini though.

I just went into the bedroom, where Reggie is going to put the house to be worked on... He was haggling with Tessie over the furniture.

He's very picky.  NO WICKER!

That's fine with me.  I don't have to make more for Tessie to replace anything that he took. 

Also, he took one look at the painting on top of the pile and announced, "There will be none of this modern nonsense in the townhouse now.

At one point, he looked at me and told me that he needs a cook/housekeeper and a butler.  I put my foot down.  Maybe a cook/housekeeper, but he is not getting a butler.  That would mean enlarging the house for servant's quarters.  No way! No how!

I can easily see this quickly spiraling out of hand.  He is laying down rules right and left and seems to think that I am responsible for it all. I want to go back to when it was just Tessie telling me what to do.  Her, I could argue with.

I think that the first thing I am going to do is put a BIG lock on the outside of the closet door.  He can always spend a few hours in lock down if things get too out of control.

At least he is decent to run around the house now.  New clothes make the man.

See you tomorrow.