The weatherman is predicting the high today about 92 degrees, but says that the heat index will make it feel like it is about 104 degrees. That sure is plenty hot! I’m glad that we have air conditioning at work and at home; my wife especially has a hard time dealing with that kind of heat. She has to wear surgical support pantyhose all of the time, which is like wearing thermal underwear. I can’t even imagine wearing something that hot when the weather is this hot! She gets cranky when it is this hot, and I guess I can’t blame her for that; I’d be cranky too if I had to wear something that hot in this weather!
A smaller treasure that I got to have from my inheritance from my grandmother was an old mantel clock. I’ve always liked mantel clocks but never had one. So I actually was excited to get this one as part of my inheritance! I brought it home and showed it to my wife, who was actually pleased with it and we put it on our fireplace mantel. All was well – until we plugged it in. The clock ran, but instead of chiming it thunked. I should not have been surprised that it was broken, but I was very disappointed.
I was looking at the 1-800-4clocks.com website earlier this week and saw a silver colored mantel clock I’d like to have in my bedroom. I like it because it is silver colored, which reminds me of chrome, which reminds me of my Harley Davidson motorcycle! If you’ve been reading my blog at all, you would know I LOVE CHROME!
I was showing the clock that I like to my wife, who rolled her eyes and sighed when I told her that I wanted it because it made me think of my Harley. Then I showed her the blog that I read about how clocks can be used for adding personality to a room.
Not too long ago my grandmother died. As I expected, my aunt, mother, brother and sister got their pick of the household possessions, and I got the leftovers that nobody wanted. A broken dining room table set with broken chairs, an old broken desk, and half of a barrister’s bookcase, the bottom part missing. My wife was quite upset with how shoddily my family was treating me, grabbing up all of the “good stuff” and just letting me “haul away the trash.” I can’t blame her, I was upset too. My aunt had told me to come over and pick out what I wanted, and every single item I pointed at she said was already promised to someone else. Finally I asked her to just save us both some time and show me what was still available, and every single thing she showed me was broken.
