Monday Morning This and That

We don't accomplish anything in this life alone...and whatever happens
is the result of the whole tapestry of one's life and all the weavings of individual threads from one to another that creates something.

Sandra Day O'Connor

Good morning, everyone.  It's a rainy day here in Brooklyn, and I am going to play it by ear.  If it is raining too hard when it is time for me to go, I'll just stay home.  I've lots to do here anyway.

Look at the difference a few short weeks makes.  With temperatures in the 20's tomorrow morning, winter is definitely here.

Spent  much of the weekend trying to find information about an ancestor for the DAR. Becoming a member is very important to me, and I tried several years ago, but because of one break in proof of family line, I just let it go.  But, I am the last of my line that will take the time to honor and preserve  the legacy of my Revolutionary War ancestors.  My sons have no interest in genealogy.  So, I figured that since a few years passed, perhaps there is some new information.  Same stuff, though.  My one last shot is census records which list father's state of birth.

Yesterday started out well.  Got up and went to church.  It was pretty cold out, but I enjoyed it.  And while at church, all I could think of was getting home and putting on my comfort clothes, fixing lunch, and then sitting around watching the Christmas movies on the Hallmark Channel.  Sounds great, doesn't it?  Too bad it turned into a nightmare.

I walked into the house and found my television lying face down on the floor.  Hubby was picking up autumn owl set which was strewn across the floor with several pieces broken.  It seems hubby was in the bathroom shaving just a few minutes before I got home when he heard a huge thump upstairs followed by the crashing of my television.  Thinking the guy upstairs fell and hurt himself, he ran upstairs to see if he was alright.  The guy pretended he wasn't home.

I ran and got the super cause I was furious, and I was in panic mode.  It's not the first time the guy upstairs has dropped heavy items.  He moves his furniture around every day.  For what reason, I don't know.  Well, to make a long story short, hubby and the super discovered that the old super who had volunteered to help us had not attached it to a beam, plus he had put the attachment on upside down so it was an accident waiting to happen.  It was surprising that it hadn't happened sooner.  The guy upstairs had only helped it along.

I'm annoyed that he wasn't man enough to open the door by pretending not to be home.  It was obvious he heard the crash.   But, I am also grateful it happened when I wasn't sitting in my rocker when it happened.  Miss Minga would have been lying at my feet and probably would have been killed. (I shudder at the thought).  Instead, she was snuggly sleeping in her special spot under the end table.

Hubby is so special.  He ran right out and bout me another television.  I love that man.

Well, that's about it for today.  Hope you all have a good one, and if you have rain, stay dry.