My Monday morning started out really crazy. My husband walked upstairs to hand me my cell phone which evidently, rang while it was down and I was up.
When I hear a phone ring, I LEAP up from my chair and I DASH LIKE MAD to get the phone before the caller gives up.
Jerry isn't like that. His "leap" button has been malfunctioning for years. Actually, I'm not sure he ever had one installed at all.
He hands me the phone without speaking. I say, "Did it ring?" He says, "Yes", and he leaves.
I check the phone and find that there is a message from a number I do not recognize. I decide to listen to the message. That is when this morning went crazy, and I went into PANIC mode.
This was the message -- condensed -- and remember, we have two homes, 150 miles apart:
"This is John, your neighbor, and I am calling to tell you about a LITTLE something that may or may not be going on at your house and about some issues that were conveyed to me by a neighbor who may or may not be that upset, but I thought -- that just maybe -- you might want to know ...."
WHAT IS WITH MEN!!!! Why can't they just SAY whatever it is!!!
And John went on:
"but I don't want to cause any alarm or anything, but there seems to be a leak in your back yard and the green belt and the lawn of the neighbor behind your house are very soggy and muddy, and he may or may not be concerned and upset that there probably is -- but may not be -- a leak in your yard that is coming over into his yard -- and I thought you might want to know -- but I don't want to upset you....but I noticed when I walk my dog that the green belt behind your house is very soggy..."
And by this time, I am getting more and more upset, and wishing the message would end BEFORE I am a hundred, and I can get on with solving the problem, but the message continued:
I ALMOST hung the phone up and screamed at this point, but I let the message continue:
"and, btw, I am not at home -- I am somewhere else (No Kidding!) -- and you probably shouldn't even call me back, unless, of course, you feel like you need to call me back, but I've really told you all I know, and I think you should call someone else about that leak and the tree..."
And THAT was all I could take.
As far as I know, the message goes on for an hour. What happened next, is really crazy, and it is the very kind of thing that always gets my mouth and me into trouble.
I went half-way down the stairs, and I was leaning over the staircase railing yelling into Jerry's office about the message, and I was saying, "John, the neighbor called, and he, OBVIOUSLY, does NOT want to be bothered anymore by this...", and all of a sudden, I hear John's voice saying, "Hello, Hello, Helloooooooo" over my cell phone!
SOMEHOW, my hip had hit the "call back" button, and John -- who didn't want to be bothered -- was now on the phone. I HOPE he didn't hear what I was screaming at Jerry. (Screaming because of the distance -- not because I was mad -- except about the neverending message.)
I had Jerry call the sprinkler repairman while I called the Water Department. Then I called Phylly at work, and I asked her to please go to my house and unplug the water sprinkler system, which she did. I was packing and getting ready to dash up there to our other house, when all of a sudden, it dawned on me that I didn't want to go. I went in to talk to Jerry, and I told him that now that the water was OFF, and the neighbors would probably not drown, he could go after work today. He agreed, and said he thought he should go to start with.
So I am here alone. Phylly is back at the office. Jerry is either on his way or not on his way, and I don't want to know.
I DID make a video for you this morning though. Well, actually it is for the lady that asked about pockets, but you can watch it if you want to. It is also for me to see my latest muslin in a LONGER length with buttons that look like they belong on a child's playsuit so I can decide if I need to rip them off or leave them on.
I am wearing my SFD jeans pattern pants. I made them over a year ago, so they are quite baggy in places. They match my sunflowers perfectly though, so I am wearing them.
And here is a still picture I took this morning. My blouse behaved pretty well for it. I've decided to keep the buttons. Can you see my button boo-boo??? One should be at apex level, but I wanted five buttons, so I couldn't arrange it that way. Somewhere -- sometime -- in my life, someone told me you are supposed to have an uneven number of stuff. AND, the two top buttons would have been awfully far apart.
And for those of you who may not know, you can learn all you want to know about Sure-fit Designs™ (SFD) at www.surefitdesigns.com. The owner is Glenda Sparling, and she is the nicest, most helpful person you will ever do business with.
Now, I have to get busy doing something. Haven't decided what yet, but I will think of something.
Have a great day!