Into the Closet

This morning, I said I volunteered to clean out the closet adjoining the bathing-quarters (I say “bathing-quarters”, not “bathroom”, because it truly looks like a Roman spa complete with sunken bathtub and grey marble, which we inherited from the previous owner, who obviously had a luxurious taste).
Lightstar said “Mum, if you don´t come back for lunch, we´ll send in a team of rescuers!”
Lol.
Made a list of the thingies I found, and I hope my family will read it, and clarify some of the mysteries.Three large boxes of un-assorted socks, (house-elf collection??)
One small vacuum-cleaner (not working, I checked),
A guitar (????),
Plates, (Duh. In the bathroom?),
Empty cardboard boxes, NOT folded!…,
Two brooms, obviously belonging to a VERY old witch,
One iron box of (assorted) pharmacy remains,
One (giant) stuffed bear with his entrails half out,
One giant stuffed lion looking damn pleased with himself,
Angel wings (…!????),
One cardboard box with a gizmo (don´t ask me, I don´t know what it is, looks mechanical though),
Rolls of wrapping paper (in good condition, as far as I can see, and I can´t see very far into the jungle),
A medium cupboard with palm trees painted on it,
Piles of magazines (good for art-therapy!),
One wilted paper orchid that someone created for some celebration (big),
A sandalwood fan (which I immediately abducted),
A black silk “tanga” string, (will someone explain, pleeeeease?)
Three (t-h-r-e-e) Japanese samurai swords, (???)
A homemade dreamcatcher, (heavy),
An English book on Fairies,
A fake Tibetan carpet (pink!),
Enough wood planks to build a tea-house in the garden!…,
A big plastic duck which turned out to be a candle,
And last but not least, a… United Nations FLAG ! (???)

OK, I did my job. Doing the inventory somehow legitimates the stuff, and that´s it.
Maybe there´s a good soul (a house-elf, maybe?) in this house who will actually drag all this into the hall, sort it out and bring the garbage down to the village ?
(…to be continued…)

 

 

Winter Cleaning Action

 …This is Mission Imposssible XXIII : everywhere I look I see something broken down, something to repair, or/and something extremely dirty, like windows,  stairs, furniture (the telly is kind of new, but the telly sofa is EXTREMELY tired, not to mention the fleas from our “best friends”, Luna and Chispa). I won´t say anything about the kitchen, OK? Except to mention that there is a colony of fancy-looking bacteria, right under the fridge!…

 

Hold onto your hats everybody!Operation Winter Cleaning is about to begin.

(I´m tired before even beginning!)

Oh! that makes me think of that Disney cartoon, do you remember ? “Fantasia” it was called I believe, in which brooms escape the control of the apprentice magician (Mickey Mouse?).

If only I had a pair of such brooms… *deep sigh*

OK. I´ll walkie-talkie my army (of three!) and let the celebration begin!

How´s that for a pre-Samhain ritual (=get rid of stuff) ?! …Gandalf, Merlin, get OUT of the house!

Aragorn can stay, LOL, and help me with the dirty dishes! Hee hee!

As my daughters would say : “You´re in your Madame Mim mood, eh??”

And just so you do get the joke, here is a portrait of Madame Mim, which bears more than a passing ressemblance to Yours Truly…

 

Adopting Kayla

The story goes like this…(written a year ago) 

A year ago my youngest daughter comes home and shows me pics of a boxer baby on her cellphone, Mummy, please, please, please…Mummy goes no-no-no, NOT another dog! No way. NO.

A week later, the kid (24!) comes home with a tiny pile of shivering misery that looks half-dead and urgently in need of something to eat. It turns out that the guy who wanted to sell her the doggie could sell neither of the three babies his boxer lady had had, so the little lout told everyone he would kill the babies, but instead he put them into a forest of brambles, near the village – and let them there to fend for themselves. It rained for several days.

My daughter and a friend happened to take a walk near-by and they heard the whimpering in the brambles, and so they found the little dogs all entangled and hungry and brought them into the village. Of course, my daughter brought one home, the tiniest.

I was in bed with a bad bout of flu, and I suppose it was the right time to woo me.

OK, she looks at you with those oh so soft eyes, and there your resolve goes, melted like butter in the sun! I know when I´m being tricked, tripped and trapped. But what would you have done, huh ????

We named her Kayla (The Precious), and well, I know she will become a ferocious guardian dog some time in the future. For the moment she´s the latest baby of the family, and as such, a real star!

PS.- I put down my conditions, I don´t clean after her, I don´t give her to eat, I don´t get her out, I don´t stand up during the night. I just bask in her sunny funniness. And so the daughter says yes, yes, yes, anything.

All clear. (I hope.)

Kayla, baby ? Wanna go for a walkie with Grandma ??? *wink*

A year or so later…

The daughter is in the village, having her own baby, and Kayla (hee hee, what did I tell you!) has stayed on with me! Kayla is now a big adult dog who terrifies any stranger with her ferocious whoa-whoa, but is in reality the tender-est velvety friend.

I´m not sure if Kayla knows that she is a dog, however.

*another wink*