First of all, my coffee machine is broken.
It's doing this leaking thing that I was trying to ignore, with my propensity for denial, but that denial is getting harder and harder to conjure as the leak becomes more obvious. Please also note the string near Talu's foot. The dogs AND cats took down the curtain ties and shredded them.
My house is nice.
Anyway, my birthday is this month if anyone was flummoxed about what to get me. And I like the kind with the thermal pot. Thanks. Oh, wait. Didn't I ask you all to get me a bulldog puppy? Okay, I want both. Is that so much to ask?
And I know all my coffeemaker churns out for me is decaf, but it's psychological. I still think, Oh, I'll feel better after I've had this coffee. See "denial" paragraph earlier.
In other news, Peg had a party last night. Peg is my neighbor and she had a deck built by an extremely precise man whom I met last night and asked, "How do you know how to build decks?" and he is still telling me.
Peg's new deck is delightful! Delightful! How old am I that I get excited about a deck? But really, if is on an angle that opens out to her yard, and look at the cute benches, and also, see the window with the shelf under it, near the people?
One of Peg's friends insisted I get my picture taken with my iPhone and then of course she couldn't figure out how to take my picture with my iPhone. Here is me straining to be patient while food was just out of my grasp. And by the way, I was one of the first to arrive because I live so far away. Eventually the party was full of people. I didn't want you to feel sorry for Peg.
At any rate, I stayed till 10:00, and my friend the Other June was there, and I said to her, "You wanna come with me to walk my dogs?" and she said sure, because what was she gonna say. But when we got to my house? I had locked myself out.
This is something that never would have happened had Marvin been alive.
So then I had to go BACK to the party, after making such a delightful exit with my funny "call when I get home" line, and say, "Can anyone break into a house?" And frighteningly? The deck guy was able to do it with a credit card in about seven seconds. He said had my deadbolt been also locked he wouldn't have been able to break in, but since it was just the doorknob, the plates are uneven or my plates are broken or I have paper plates.
He said he'd fix it, because apparently there is nothing more exciting to fix-it men than helpless women.
I just want you to know Marvin would ALREADY BE at the hardware store addressing this issue. In fact, if he reads my blog today in Michigan I guarantee you he will bring it up to me. "So, you…getting that door fixed?" You know, in case a bad man with a credit card is randomly trying doors.
So that is the story of Peg's bash. And my tectonic plates. And Henry. What are y'all doing for the 4th?
P.S. I almost forgot! At the party was this adorable old lady, who had lived in Peg's house in the '50s. She knew the people who lived here and guess what. They were super extra weird. The husband used to read the entire Sunday paper in his car. They grew tomatoes in my back yard, all along the length of the fence, but when she asked for one, they were all, "Well, there may not be enough."
The clincher was, this woman had a dog, and the people who lived here were unloading Christmas gifts from the trunk? And her dog ran over, GRABBED A DOLL from the trunk, and took off with it. That was the last time the people here ever spoke to that cute woman.
What a group of crabby appletons. The woman also told me that another time her dog stole a baby Jesus from a different neighbor's nativity scene. I kind of love that woman and the ghost of her bad dog.