This Is Not A Drill
Yesterday I had both my parents over at the apartment. That is a rare thing indeed. My dad visits all the time. He brings me papers and stuff. Gets a cup of tea. But my mom visits less often. And both of them together that’s only happened a couple of times I think. So what was the occasion? A lamp. My mother likes to knit. Or crochet. Possibly both. And she wanted to make lampshades for me. And I happen to have no lamps out in my hallway. There’s no light out there. It hasn’t really been a problem. But my mother offered me a set of lamps with homemade lampshades and I accepted. And today my dad was going to drill holes in the wall so we could put them up.
It did not go so well. My dad had bought a drill but he didn’t think it was necessary to read the manual before using it. So basically he tried to drill in concrete with the drilling setting used for drilling in wood. You can imagine he didn’t get very far. Into the wall. I was smart enough to suggest looking in the manual. And once the drill was set to the correct setting the drilling went a little easier. But still not too well. Eventually my dad had to give up, it just wasn’t working out properly. So now I have some random holes in the wall and no lamps. But my dad said he’d get an electrician to do it. So we’ll see how that goes. It means more strangers in my apartment, more waiting. I’m not too thrilled about all that. But eventually there will be light I guess. And eventually my windows will be fixed probably. Everything works out, in the end. I hope.
Terribly fascinating all. Would you rather see some goats running around? http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XiPe3JrFHpc. There you go. Magnethe and Vanilje. There is a little fighting. And scratching. And Magnethe running around randomly, which she almost never does. Fun. She gets some raisins for her trouble. And as a bonus there is a little footage of the new sheep. All in a day’s work.
I’m still not napping by the way. Good for me. Maybe I have kicked the habit then. On the other hand I have been going to bed early more often. And by early I mean too early. I hope things will even out a little. No napping and reasonable bedtime. And puppydogs and kittens and pearls for little girls and peace in the world. That is my hope.
September 30th, 2008 at 0:27
What’s the matter with your Dad? Real men throw away the manual to everything they buy, along with the box and the receipt. Then they curse a lot when all the pieces aren’t there or what they bought doesn’t work and they can’t return it to the store. Or that’s the way it works around here!
My goodness, you will be on a first name basis with all the glass repairmen, the electricians, and the air vent inspectors. You never realized how much “company” you’d have when you live on your own.
I just love how your goats roll their heads around. Our boys don’t do that at all. Must be a Boer goat thingy.
I’ve had to be “mother” donkey to Snickers and remind her not to bite, not to rear up, not to kick, and not to chase the goats. Oh, the responsibities of raising your baby donkey to not be a hoodlum!