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Dear Diary – Hubby is on vacay this week and our area is, once again, a Covid “hotspot” and we’ve been returned to Stage 2. It’s modified but means we’re limiting our trips out. Essentials only. So we won’t be shopping this week for a new mattress for me (which Hubby now knows I was going to suggest), or a new couch. I have had a tumultuous relationship with my bed for some time now. As for the couch, it looked like a sack of burlap when we bought it, and it hasn’t improved in the last 20 years. At the time, it was the only one we could both afford and agree on.

Hubby and I have very different tastes when it comes to decorating and furnishing our home. Neither of us is really sure what his style is but he is very sure of what he does not like. We’ve made compromises, the greatest factor, of course, being price! We’ve never argued about money and for that, I am very thankful!

Peope who are frugal understand the value of a dollar and make informed and thoughtful decisions. People who are cheap try to spend as little as possible. Frank Sonnenberg

Dear Diary – Hubby needed essentials – lumber to finish repairs in our car port – so I went with him to Home Depot. It’s essential that I buy an iron. Since I was there, I also wanted to pick up some bulbs for my garden (’tis the season for planting), a paint tray (I will get this room painted before Christmas!) and maybe a lamp for Hubby, since Canadian Tire didn’t come through for me last time! Home Depot was also a disappointment. The only thing I could scratch off the list I wrote on my hand in indelible ink was “paint tray”. There were no bulbs. There were no lamps with the extendable arm. And last, but not least, while they sell ironing boards, they do not sell irons in-store. Only online.

I left with my plastic paint tray, a bag of skittles, and a huge chip on my shoulder. I had hoped to go to the Bulk Barn this week to stock up on baking supplies for Christmas, but Stage 2….

Dear Diary – Hubby fixed the lock on the bathroom door. It’s been broken for 20 years. It only locked once, less than a week after we moved into our first home. I was home alone and without a vehicle. I didn’t know our neighbours. The nearest “restaurant” is at least a 10 minute hike. And had an urgent call of nature, and the door was locked, from the outside.

When you gotta go, you gotta go!

My options were bucket or cat box. I’ll let you decide which one I chose.

Dear Diary – I’ve been bested by a paint can lid! It’s like a car gas tank cap that twists a quarter turn and pops off. Only it doesn’t pop off. It’s the stupidest design invented by man. I gotta get this room painted. Christmas is coming…

Dear Diary – I finally found the duvet cover I washed, ironed and put in “a safe place” last June. How does one lose a queen-sized grey-blue blanket with white elephants? Let me tell you – it wasn’t easy! In the meantime I’ve been huddling under my summer quilt, which coincidentally also has elephants. Come to think of it, I own one pair of pink pjs with elephants. I promise, those are the only elephants in the room.

Dear Diary – I baked butter tarts to thank my friend for helping me a lot of face masks. I’m still sewing but I have significanly depleted the pile “to do” and I’m adding to the pile of “I want to do”. I’ve been trying a new “simple pleated pattern”. Some ladies in my family assured me it was simple, but I’ve been pinning, sewing and ripping it apart for over a week! I showed Hubby my latest result and even he was shaking his head. More at me, than at my creation. What’s lower than a “dummy”, because I could become rich writing how-to books for them.

I need more elastic desperately, but Stage 2…

Also Christmas is coming and it’s not too earlyto start stressing out about it. 🙂