Wednesday, January 25, 2023
A Broken Step
My friend the robin was back yesterday. When I was cleaning out closets not too long ago, I threw away the box that this bird feeder came in, and I found this little feeding tray that I left behind when I first put up the pole. I thought, why not use that too? So I attached it and the sociable robin was, of course, the first to investigate.
Seen straight-on, robins are rather comical looking. They have such bizarrely narrow heads. Not much of a brain pan, there, but I guess it works for them.
I got some sad news the night before last. Remember Maybelline, the crazy black mutt my dad and stepmother adopted back in 2012? She is no longer with us. Basically she got ill and had to be put to sleep. I was looking forward to seeing her on my trip in February. Even though we saw each other infrequently she always remembered me and got so excited when I'd come to play with her and throw her Jolly Egg. My brother-in-law buried the egg with her, much like ancient cultures used to bury their dead with their possessions.
Another stray library book turned up in the school book drop yesterday! This one wasn't even from a public library -- it was from another school down in Bloomsbury. I toyed with taking it back, but that would have involved a special trip on the tube which seemed insane, so I just put it in the mail.
We've had a minor household disaster. Remember Olga's pet steps, the ones I found discarded outside another house and brought home to allow her to climb up on the bed? Well, Dave was doing something in the bedroom the other day -- I want to say making the bed, but he never does that, so that couldn't be right! Anyway, he stood on the lower step, with predictable results given that the steps are particle-board and he weighs about six times as much as Olga.
(I'm trying not to allow my annoyance to creep into my writing, but I'm sure you can sense it.)
This is my first attempt at a repair, using a discarded bit of wood I found outside a house down the street. (You'd think the Russians would have some, wouldn't you? Apparently not at the moment, so I had to scavenge elsewhere.) I glued it to the back of the broken step with some Gorilla Glue, and I'll try to put the whole thing back together this evening. I'm not at all sure it's going to work. It wasn't the freshest Gorilla Glue in the world.
To make things worse, when I sawed the bit of salvaged wood with our hand saw, I tore the outer thigh of my pants! (Long story, and I wasn't injured. It wasn't a power saw.) I was in my librarian clothes, which was stupid. So I bought a little iron-on patch from eBay that says "I Love Books," or something like that, and I'm going to patch the pants and keep wearing them, at least for the rest of the school year. That should amuse/perplex/horrify the kids.