Saturday, November 08, 2014

That was Not


The sound of a tool chest falling down the stairs.


No, it was the sound of every single pan, cookie sheet, and broiler....and rack....and kettle....and every other heavy metal object stored there falling out of the cupboard under the microwave and cascading around my feet when I reached up to turn up the heat this early morning.





If that is any indication of the way the day is going to go I think I had better go back to bed. 

I will apologize to any who may have been awakened, although I am not guilty of piling them in there like that.

I blame November.

9 comments:

Paintsmh said...

Or Obama, we can always blame him...

Dani said...

Ugh. Hope the rest of the day goes better. :)

joated said...

Soft bed. Thick comforter. Forget the heat thermostat. Have a better day.

Throwback at Trapper Creek said...

I hear you. How did it get to November already!

TenMile said...

You've been listening to the Democrats again, Threecollie.

jan said...

If we want things arranged neatly we can't rely on others to do it.

Cathy said...

Oh yes! November. So many bumps this month throws at our feet.

threecollie said...

Liz, yeah, that works too. lol

Dani, it was more funny than anything....and now everything is piled much more neatly lol

Joated, I like that idea! For all of November....and December..and January....and...and....and.....

Nita, I haven't changed the calendar in the office yet. As long as I am looking at October there is always hope. lol

TenMile, who me? Nah.....

Jan, and I am so outnumbered. lol

Cathy, one of my most hated months. Although I saw something of incredible and ephemeral beauty yesterday. Gone too quickly to share. We were loading hay for some customers and while I stood waiting for everyone to decide how to tie on the load I looked down over the river. You know how we sit up here on the hill and how huge the river is. On the north bank a lone maple had hung onto its bright golden leaves. It was a very still morning and a wide, bright, beautiful band of gold was reflected from bank to bank. I was stunned, but before I could point it out it was gone.

Terry and Linda said...

I actually thought you were going to say that the little tyke had found the pots and pans.

Linda
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