I think we've all had at least one.
Whether it's boredom, a slump, continual errors, or a chore to stitch, some projects we want to be over just drag on. Sally Fiske is an easy stitch, but I am so tired of needing to complete her, that it has become a necessary chore during a slump. Double whammy. Add to that being a crabass and it's a triple whammy. Even though I am not feeling the love for the needle, Ann Spence 1801 in all her large glory, is on my mind. Why would I ever consider another large project right now? Christmas projects may be a better choice.
Bitchy for me is being nasty about a situation, crabby is being displeased and complaining about everything. So naturally my stitching is affected too. I think the car, kitchen, and computer are contributors. The Windows CD is coming tomorrow and I will install the new hard drive too. My car left yesterday and Carole is thrilled, filling it with Il Divo's magnificent music. For me, I hate the new one. No open trays or storage, very cramped. My purse went on the passenger floor which left Mark with very little room. If I bought instead of leased, I would have the option to change. So I ate a tray of Keebler's Pecan Sandies and a bag of cashews. So far. What right do I have to be crabby about trivial things when so many are dealing with real issues? The refugee situation is so heartbreaking and then what do I also think about? The thousands of dogs and pets that were left behind to suffer. I remember many years ago, watching the videos of people fleeing on trains and their dogs running alongside trying desperately to keep up but ultimately left behind. So in addition to crabby, I'm also very emotional. Who isn't?? Snap out of it! Now that I wrote it down, maybe when I read it I will wise up.
Still waiting for Dominic's final work but we decided to install the new dishwasher before the custom panel for its door is finished. That metal contraption can break your arm if you're not careful. Without the weight of the door panel, it won't stay open to load and snaps shut like a shark's jaw. Bud got a new box from it. He was ill from bites (Yellow Cat) and the infection is almost gone. We are setting up the condos in the garage where their food will be dry and they will be safe all night. Nitzy and Missy are actually going in there to eat which is a huge step. Mark just checked on them and found Yellow Cat in the garage eating their food while they surrounded him with hair on end.
I just saw an ad on TV for Menopause the Musical play. What's to sing about? Did you ever break into song during the moods, flashes, weepies, nasties, and don't-touch-me moments? I've yelled and screamed but never in tune.
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