Bad Dung Shui…

For the past several months…a bird or birds…have taken to roosting above the column of my tiny front porch…actually…it’s more of a stoop than a porch…not even room for a chair…but…I digress…

Anyway…said bird(s)…have been leaving behind…some…foul fowl droppings…

I first noticed the problem during the late winter…the hose was still disconnected to prevent freezing…so…I carried hot water outside…poured it over the post and used the outside broom to scrub it clean…I was pretty proud of myself…

Only to find bird droppings a week or so later when I went out the front door…I don’t use it often…I assumed that I had missed a spot…and I waited a few days until it was warm enough to connect the hose…I blasted it…making sure this time that I got it all…

Only to find bird droppings a week or so later when I went out the front door…

Hmmm…

By this time…Bertha…is laughing her head off at me…how…could I possibly think that cleaning up the evidence…was gonna stop the problem…

I dunno…it seemed like a good idea at the time…

Of course…she then says it reminds her of my life…of the times when I cleaned up mess after mess…without actually solving the problem…always surprised when it happened again…

Guilty as charged…definitely something to contemplate…but…first I have bigger fish to fry…like…a bird in the bush…beats…two on the porch…

Jane

PS…I won’t even go into all that…Bertha…said about the feng shui of having poop on my stoop…best left for another blog…

To Iron or Not to Iron…

I’m one of those people…who irons her clothes…and then ten minutes after I have them on…look like I’ve slept in them for a week…I made note of that this morning as I slipped on a nicely pressed linen top…

Not sure what the deal is…I see other women in similar outfits…looking fresh as a daisy…crisp and creased…while I look like I pulled mine from the bottom of the laundry hamper…

So…I bemoaned…just a bit…as I dressed this morning…and…Bertha…being…Bertha…had something to say about it…short and sweet and to the point…if it bothers you to be wrinkled…don’t wear linen…

Hmmm…

She went on to say…that the fact that my top was wrinkled wasn’t what was bothering me…it was what people might say about me that was really bugging me…

And…she’s right…I’m thinking that someone else is thinking that I’m too lazy to iron…or some other derogatory comment…

Truth is…she says…it’s none of my business what others think…that’s their ball of wax…and…that…most of them aren’t really focusing on my wrinkles anyway…they are either focusing on their own issues…or how I’m treating them in the moment…

But…if I can’t be happy…knowing I’ve ironed…and that linen just wrinkles easily…then…maybe just maybe…I should wear polyester double knit…

And…I think…that’s probably one of the smartest things she’s ever said…

Jane