happiness is, day 28 . . .

after our walk this morning, i hauled out the ladder and started in on the gutters.  happily, the one over the garage was clean.  it turned out to just be a ruse to get me over in front of the house where the earthworms were plentiful and the cockroaches came in clans.  don't you just love your playtex living gloves wrist deep in oozy slime and fermenting oak leaves????  a far cry from the woman in the commercial with her hands soaking in clean suds and her apron pressed and starched.  my knees and shoulders were dotted with a mixture of roof poo and floral rot.  the back of the house was not much better.  i'm not sure if it was the heat, the muck or the ladder but i was suddenly woozy and scrabbled back down the ladder.  kidlet to the rescue, ventured up to finish off the chore.  why am i so happy?  because clean gutters scare off hurricanes like clean cars bring rain.  she has moved west.

into a warm soaking tub and all is wonderful.  i can now look out my bedroom window to sparkling clean gutters.

the tomato, basil, garlic, olive oil, salt and pepper mixture is marinating for tonight's bruschetta.  i downed some left over chicken corn chowder, took a nap and am getting ready to do battle with the bed frame.  the screws holding the frame to the headboard have long since worked their way out and now the bed wanders around the bedroom.  i rather like my beds tethered.  i'll report back.

last night i leafed through my zentangle books and started to play:

he's not finished but then again, i never know when they are.

so do you see, there is a silver lining in most things.  you just have to peel the lid back on some of the suckers to find it.