my folks have come and gone,
my kids are back in school,
my man is away at his desk
and my mouse is playing up...
not the mousey that lived in my studio, for he hasn't been in touch since taking a long car journey last winter to new and exciting surroundings.
no, this would be the cyber mousey that lives on my desk.
the cyber mousey that kindly allows me to click on my screen daily with ease.
the cyber mousey i take for granted until he is feeling unwell, then i note there is nothing more frustrating then an unwell cyber mousey.
short of throwing sick cyber mousey across the room i am at a loss of what to do.
i've clicked umpteen times, cursed umpteen more and even tried a bit of 'dissecting' of the batteries but nothing seems to be aiding my cyber mouse.
i'm wondering if a band aid would help, perhaps one with a pretty unicorn on it, i know we have some lurking in my wholly inadequate 'emergency' cupboard...
perhaps my cyber mousey is purposefully protesting at it's lack of adornment, for most things in Mossy Shed are adorned in some way.
i'm thinking a pretty band aid may well do the trick...
in the meantime, to bring my blood down from boiling point let us focus on lovely things like New Year's Eve... i am hoping that for all of you it was a most splendid time of year.
for moi and my clan, New Year's Eve was most interesting indeed.
here's how it went...
i awoke, donned my dressing gown and went out to the back fridge to find the remains of the turkey and all it's bits, i placed the biggest pot i could find upon my stove top, made a mammoth amount of stock and proceeded to make turkey soup.
eight hours later of filling the shed with smells reminiscent of my childhood we sat down to dinner...
as you can imagine in the eight hours prior to dinner i was subjected to a stream of verbalness from my dear children that i cannot repeat for i fear you may be aghast at the horrors that came forth from the mouths of such young people. the only thing i can tell you is our #2 said never had she been so glad to be a vegetarian than this day, and then promptly shut herself in the furthest room from the kitchen claiming there was no escaping the retched smell of dead animal...
after our lovely meal, our #1 and #2 went out very quickly, leaving me alone with my man and our #3 and #4 to watch a movie.
by 9:30 i wanted to go to bed, but was told this was terribly 'unparty like' by all and so was forced to stay up to 12... to pass the time, Mr Hook and i whipped up a storm with my yarn stash of the utmost kind.
at 12 we watched the fireworks on tv and then endured another half hour of listening to the weather man tell us a warm front was in the picture for this winter and as if that wasn't exciting enough we had lots of bird's eye views of traffic jams around Seattle.
i remarked to my man that surely we could come up with something better to do on New Year's Eve next year.
he said, yes we should go to a party...
i replied i was thinking more like going to bed extra early with my yarn and Mr Hook.
he then told me i really should perhaps try to make 2010 the year i venture out a little more and take a few risks.
the next day i took note of what my man had said, and when our #2 needed a ride home from her friends, i made no hesitation in leaving the shed in the middle of the afternoon, dressed in my pyjamas with no undies on...
now if that is being risque then i don't know what is
she is wishing you some 'risk taking' of your own in twenty ten ~ Tif