Chronicles of
Dear Readers,
Well, I may have pushed Rhett over the line this last week. He is a very patient and long-suffering man, but I just don’t think he was quite prepared for Scarlett on steroids (not the prescription kind, but the high protein diet kind) When I cut out sugar, starch, and grains, I become turbo charged. My aches and pains have all but disappeared, so that’s my incentive to get busy and get some projects finished. After all, I am planning on hosting Thanksgiving for most of my family this year and we need to get started. Of course, for the big things, I do need to call on Rhett to give me a hand.
For example, I totally redecorated the downstairs parlor this week. We had put up with secondhand sofas for five whole years and I was ready to find them a new home and be a blessing to someone else. The Salvation Army driver could not come for the pickup until next week and we are going to the mountains. Plan B was to call Thomas (my furniture moving man) to come to the rescue. He came that day and moved some things that were upstairs, downstairs for me as well as taking away the sofas.
Now here comes the frustrating part, in my protein fueled euphoria, I was convinced that I could just put my arms around the Grandmother clock (smaller version of a Grandfather clock) and just slide it from the foyer to the parlor. I did pretty well at first, but it just would not slide like I had anticipated. The pendulum came off almost immediately and I was in fear of the weights coming through the glass door, so I called out for Rhett who was upstairs. He has a term for adventures like these. The “law of unintended consequences” and I could tell by the look on his face that I had definitely broken that law. What I couldn’t understand was what took him so long to get downstairs. Surely, he had heard the chiming and banging the clock was making! It looked like something from Alice in Wonderland by the time we got it where I thought it should go. It needs balancing and some adjustments with the pendulum, but it looks great. The clock repair man is scheduled next Monday. Rhett’s exact word was that he was “flummoxed”. We could both tell that we needed some time out. He went outside to clean the fountain and mow the grass. I finished decorating.
Here comes another unintended circumstance… ..he lost the only set of keys we have for our truck. We both looked high and low, house and yard, but to no avail. The locksmith was much more affordable than having the truck towed to the dealership, so that’s what we did.
Thank God for that cabin in North Carolina! Sincerely, Scarlett
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