Nov 30, 2017

A sweet song for those of us of a certain age..

Heard this last night on Ballykissangel...

Nov 14, 2017

Lap nap usurped

Morning nap time is approximately 8:30am. The cats and my husband are usually up at 4am so 8:30 is a good nap time.  Well actually BB usually starts his morning nap around 4:30am and it lasts about 5 or 6 hours but...

You've seen a zillion photos of Frankie and my husband napping in the recliner but this morning that routine was disrupted because my husband went into his office and didn't get home until around 10am.  I was at my desk and Frankie decided if she couldn't nap with Dad she would hang out with me...plus there was a whole of noisy activity going on in the parking lot...
By the time Frankie got bored with me and the noise, and wandered back to the living room, morning napping in the recliner had commenced and *gasp* horror of horrors BB was in the coveted napping spot.  What's a girl to do?

Nov 3, 2017

Hovering

Of all the many things that annoy me, hovering may be the one that not only annoys me but makes my skin crawl.  And hovering is that one thing that I experience on daily basis - the dreaded husband hoverer.

My husband carries the laundry to and from the laundry room for me. The 'to' portion is fine, he drops the basket and leaves but the 'from' portion drives me nuts. I'll tell him - "Give me at least 20 minutes..." and does he? No. There I am happily folding laundry, a chore I like, and then there he is - standing there - hovering - while I fold.  So I start to fold faster, and I get itchy.  I get twitchy. I get annoyed.

If I'm in the kitchen doing something, anything, he comes in and - hovers. "Is there something you want?" I ask. "No" he says "Can't I just stand here and look at you?" "NO" I say. "Go stand somewhere else. Go look at something else. Go away. Stop hovering!"

More than once, during job interviews, I was asked what trait in a boss did I not like. My answer was always "hovering".  I don't like someone standing behind me, hanging over my shoulder.  I don't like people just hanging around watching me - do anything.

I sometimes wonder how I survived living in New York City for 44 years and riding the subway. I hate crowds and I hate hovering. And I hate being touched by people I don't know; hell, there are times when I am not all that crazy about being touched by people I do know, and please do not hug me. I don't do hugs. I hate hugs. I'll hold your hand, I like holding hands, but not hugs.

Wow, that is a boatload of aitches - not being Cockney, I won't drop them.