My Mom used to growl that at us and we knew that she was asking God to give her the strength to not bash our collective heads together and whatever fuckery we had been up to had better cease forthwith.
My mission to bring House Lacativa up to welcoming guest mode has been slightly derailed by testing positive for covid.
Midday Tuesday I was minding my business catching a breather in the stitching chair when my face started to warm as if I'd been out basking in the sun. It was pleasant and I just sat and felt it for a while.
By evening, the inevitable was obvious.
Pardon the ongoing clutter. Marie Kondo would be proud. We hired a 15-yard dumpster and really should have gotten a 30.
I've found it strange to have the east sun coming over my left shoulder so this is not the last arrangement thanks to those little furniture sliders.
I may just turn the chair to face the window for my old friend Sweetie. She's getting on in years and needs help getting up and down the stairs.
We finally undecorated the very crispy Christmas tree and she found a kittenish exuberance for this ornament I made years ago.