Living In A Glasshouse
The glass repairmen came today. But they did not fix my window. What an odd development.
I was watching tv ’round 11 o’clock when I heard a voice outside: “hello?”. Kinda like the cop. I answered back and the voice said “I’m just going to measure your window”. I said “okay” and went to the window and looked out. Two glacial fixeruppers were outside, one of them climbing up twards my window. I turned around and walked back inside. And then the voice said “no, I think we’re going to come back tomorrow instead”. I said “okay” and they left. I don’t think he even had time to measure the window before he said they’d come tomorrow instead. I’m not quite sure why they didn’t just get it done while they were here. Perhaps they saw that it was only the outer set of glass that was broken and they figured it wasn’t too bad and perhaps they had other more urgent jobs that they should rather do first? Or maybe they just wanted to mess with my head, dude. I don’t know. It doesn’t matter, though. It’s fine just knowing they’ll come tomorrow. I could take it easy the rest of the day and go out and do some shopping and be at peace. And tomorrow it’ll be done and no more worries. Fine enough.
A picture of the broken glass. The hole doesn’t show too well because, well it’s transparent glass eh. But you can see the cracks at least. So I’m not making it all up. Don’t call me a liar. My pants are rarely on fire and almost never from lying. So there. I feel vindicated.
Also, I have kept on track vis-a-vis the “no napping” agenda. It’s hard, though. Around noonish I just get a great desire to go to bed. Everything is much easier in bed, as the nun said to the sailor.
Oh yes.
September 24th, 2008 at 0:14
So in Denmark, people go to your windows to get your attention instead of knocking on the front door to see if you’re home? We go for the knock, knock, knocking on the door or ringing the doorbell. How interesting!
Hay, hay. I didn’t get to have a nap today, so you don’t get one either.
LuisLemmings: did you get a nap today? (I didn’t think so.)
September 24th, 2008 at 4:20
Nap?
Nap!
Nap.
(Shrugs shoulders).
Man, that really is a broken piece of glass! So I’m glad they will come back tomorrow and replace.
Also, one of the best photos you’ve taken, Plume. I really like the photo of the broken window. I’m going to save in my photos file.
Yes?
Yes!
Yes.
September 24th, 2008 at 6:29
As to where I hide my valuables, Debster. I hide them here and here, but not there. But there close to here but near there but close to here. There sometimes but not all the time. Here most of time but some of the time. Here and there depending on where yesterday there and last week here.
Some of my valuables are hidden here; some are hidden there. All of my valuables are hidden but most of the time they are here and there; there and here. Here and here; there and there.
I don’t have many valuables I must confess. But in the past I hid all my valuables in a suede purse on a goat standing on a boat in a moat. Plume is on a bridge explicating doom and gloom but is really happy, dappy, clappy as a clam, snappy as a piece of ham, and whammys up a gloam to strike the gnome on its shiny dome.
The gnome looks up and frowns upside down as the goat leaps from the boat with my suede purse of valuables hidden here and there but not there and not here. Plume also leaps, but creeps as the glazer fixes the glass and his name is Las. Plume is surprised, is contride but stares at Las as he cuts the glass with a simple pass.
Debster swings by in her roadster and as she coasters down the coast, she picks up Plume sans doom and gloom, the goat who was on the boat, and the glazer who cuts glass with a simple pass, my valuables are still hidden here and here, there and there.
But wait. One more thing.
I dont know where!
September 24th, 2008 at 14:45
LuisLemmings: I’ll bet you liked Dr. Seuss when you were a kid!