Was it ever so peaceful shopping in a Christmas village?
Do you see signs of commercialism here?
While eighty percent of all people were at the shopping malls today, I passed. I'd rather strip the bed, poop patrol the yard, wash several loads of laundry, vacuum all of the floors, and shake rugs.
This is going to sound like an editorial by Andy Rooney, so please pardon me. My idea of an enjoyable Christmas shopping experience is to take the day off from work and hit the mall on a Wednesday morning at 9:30 a.m. Or, better yet, order on-line! My shopping list has gotten quite a bit shorter over the years without the teachers, bus drivers, and swim coaches on it. And even though my list is much shorter these days, I still don't care to drive to the mall on the weekends and come home exhausted and stressed out. I can do without the bumper to bumper traffic, driving around for thirty minutes to park one-half mile away from the mall entrance, wait and sweat in lines, manuever around blocked aisles, watching mothers and fathers ignore the screams of their tired and hungry children, and listening to non-English speaking vendors and customers. No sir. Not for me. My time is too limited to waste it mingling with greedy and pushy people. Just my little old opinion...
I've had the Pond Woes lately. When things aren't right in my pond, I'm out of sorts.
A few days ago, I turned the pond pump off for two reasons. It's been screaming and whining loud enough to hear it inside the house and the winds were so fierce a few days ago that the pond was losing water. That is ice, yes. Our pond installer, whom we have known since last November, is a very talkative, likeable, artsy kind of guy who loves to create beautiful water gardens but his promise to provide maintenance on his product is an outright lie. After several incidences with him, we are taking care of it ourselves. He knows me well enough to realize that when I call for help, I really need it, since I've been pond-keeping for many years and I'm not the kind of gal who won't get my hands dirty or do the work. With my hip-waders and rubber shoes, I get in with the fish and do my own clean-ups and adjustments. It's especially fun and refreshing to wade around the pond during the hot summer months! Because he is so busy, he chooses to wish us luck; therefore, since I'm a very kind person, I'll wait until after January 1 to let him know I'll no longer be needing his non-services and hand him his walking papers. I'll just need to pay someone else to correct his mistakes. Finding contractors who provide service on their products is a challenging ordeal these days...
Relief! Michael installed a new pump that we ordered from the manufacturer.
Have I been grumpy lately? A little. It's probably the diet pinching away on my last nerves. Now that I have hacked away at Christmas shopping and unreliable contractors, I want to end this post with something sweet.
A neighborhood cat came to visit today. The cat slipped through the fence and retreated, not knowing that Bella and Chloe only wanted to play..."Come Baaaaack, kitty!"