Wednesday, April 4, 2012
Clocking, Cleaning, Clenching
Antique clock from Big Daddy's family
This one is going to a professional, I would never attempt to clean the brass and not muck up the workings. In fact I will not even try to get it running as the Grandfather Clock has quit on me. I have tried and tried and the fucker just will not run and keep time.
I am still missing one earring from the great crash. It was a favorite, a gold ball.
I am finding some odd cleaning products left by the kids and don't know what to make of them. I do not have patience for new-fangled things. Plus I have to learn how to work the steam cleaners. I hope the floors survive.
The weather is getting nice again so I may try the cheap hairspray on the silk flower arrangements. Or I may throw them out. The cheap vodka worked on the tulips, so that is plan B if the cheap hairspray does not work.
I am in serious teeth clenching mode as BD is supposed to get an offer on Friday. The offer is contingent on a face to face interview; the company will fly Bd home and to another state. Another company may come through with an offer around the same time. I really put forth effort to not succumb to superstitions but every time in the past I have thought about or investigated changes, shit happened. So I sit and pretend that everything is great and cleaning is my worth in life. Clenching is horrible as it causes that stupid TMJ pain and that is just another condition I refuse to acknowledge. I do wear my bite plate.
I have to finish this cleaning and get to the yardwork as I need a dog, and it seems they all want to come to my house for tea and inspect me and my abode. I also do not have a teapot.