Sunday, August 2, 2009

Dayna is a Few of My Favorite Things

Last Friday, I got my panties tied in a knot. If this has ever happened to you, you'll agree that it ain't pleasant. It's about eleventy million degrees in the desert and any business who has a customer come in the door in this weather (and economy) should fall to their knees in gratitude. Okay. Maybe my attitude was skewed, but honestly the Universe should have been on my side.

Have you ever been into an Apple store? There is a culture there that I just cannot crack. I went to one such den of iniquity to purchase iPods for the kiddos at Christmas and, did you know you can't just go there and buy some? Nope. You cannot. You can go there and order them online. Of course you can do that at your own damn house too and get them monogramed for free. Also, you might foolishly wait in line to buy those only to discover BUZZ wrong line. Also, there is a sign-in sheet, but you gotta know it's there, where to find it, and what to do once you've approached it. I feel like a moron every time I darken their doorstep.

For these reasons, I've been delaying the trip to get my laptop fixed. Friday, I decided to bite the bullet, head to the hills, and get a new battery. If you think I could just go in and buy one, then you weren't paying attention when I told you about the iPods. Nor was I.

So, it's eleventy million degrees outside and I pack the kids up for a 16-mile trip to RichMan's Land to get a new battery at the Apple store. I ridiculously wait in line with my MacBook before realizing that this line is a fantasy. I remember that you have to catch as catch can a, uh, what do you call them? They have a name, those applets walking around. They always send me straight home. Let's make this long, agonizing story short to say, the kids and I embarked on our next errand - me still lugging the dead MacBook.

Next stop, the dry cleaners to retrieve the on-loan dresses belonging to my Fairy God Sister (I changed her designation as she is decades too young to be my mother). You'll remember there were two borrowed dresses. Additionally, I dropped off a kid's dress and a kid's tie. The kid's dress went in without stains and came home with rust stains. The kid's tie went in with a chocolate stain, which I pointed out, and was returned with the same said stain. I didn't have the guts to check Yvonne's dresses. The bill for these four items? $47! I should have known to stay home. Nothing good happens in Hell.

I gave up on errands and retreated to sanctuary where I know loveliness awaits me. Handsome Hubster's great grandmother Inez was a quilt maker. I washed and set out to dry four of her quilts. I thought they were in fairly good condition, but I was wrong.
Even raggedy, I love these fans both traditional and electric. That's what I'm calling the designs. If you are a purist and want to correct me on the names, then I will require you to send me a handmade quilt, you quilt snob. I may just fill my house with handmade quilts. I'm not sure if you can see in this photo, but Inez cared enough for these beauties that she repaired them. I will find a way to honor her work.
Alas, the dry lines are near the alley by the car port. Once out of the car and en route to the back door, I ran into my pathetic garden. The death sentence of any living thing with the unfortunate luck to be planted here is why, Denveater, you haven't had an update on my garden. The basil looks great, the hens ate the pepper pant's leaves, the tomatoes died one at a time with this one croaking while I was in Oklahoma. Sad.
Through the house and to the street out front where we keep the mailbox. Inside, I found something that took away the sting of the Apple shunning, being taken to/at the cleaners, quilts in sad repair, and triple black-thumb death.
Dayna. Dayna. Isn't that a lovely name? Dayna sent me a gift. It was completely unsolicited. I didn't even pay her. Frankly, I've never even met her, but I love her. I love you, Dayna. Thank you for Going to Seed: Finding, Identifying, and Preparing Edible Plants of the Southwest*and for the encouragement as well. I think I will keep writing, even if I suspect you and my dad are in cahoots.

* Did I mention I am a sell-out, er, Amazon Associate?

1 comment:

  1. Dayna and I are not in cahoots. She's now living in Tucson and I'm in Oklahoma City with your Aunt Mary and her friend Robin. I don't even know how to get into a cahoots if I wanted to. Dayna gave me that book to send to you before she moved there and I was going to give it to you while you were here and the gremlins stole my mind, so I had to send it as she had asked months ago.
    It does seem to me that your blogging is somewhat more successful than your gardening, just reading this posting.
    I miss you, daughter. Send grandchildren my love.
    Dad

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