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Friday, July 31, 2009

She means well.

You may have noticed I've been gone for a little bit.

I haven't been anywhere. I've been wrangling Sister Nicholas. That's a Hollywood term. If there are dogs or animals on a movie set, there is a person called an "animal wrangler". I met such a person once. At the time, he was wrangling a pony and a tiger while on the job. He said something about a rhinoceros in his future, but I had drifted away, worrying about the pony.



Sister Nicholas is an enormous help, don't get me wrong. She does things around here that we never even think to do. For example, that white strip of plastic that is on the bottom of the outside of the refrigerator where air flows in...did you know that pops right off? Who knew? We now have things that are clean that I didn't even know existed, like that white piece of plastic.


The whole bottom of a dryer comes off, too, so you can clean around the lint trap. This is a very handy thing to know about because other things end up there. We found a whole pot holder and twenty six dollars, a guitar pick, bobby pins and the neighbor's cat.

No, we didn't find a cat. We found the pony, in there hiding from that tiger.


No, we didn't. But we did find the twenty six dollars, the pot holder, the guitar pick and the bobby pins. No one here even has a guitar. Everyone is afraid to try to play one after hearing the true story of what happened to the Singing Nun. She met a bad end. Poor thing.

Unfortunately, Sister Nicholas decided she could also take the computer apart to clean it. Which is where I've 'been'. We had to wait for the eight grade boys to get home from soccer camp to get us up and running again. They have a word for Sister Nicholas: Old School.

I was trying to explain to them that Sister Nicholas does things that people used to do that no one does anymore: get down on her hands and needs with a scrub brush and scrub the front step, add vinegar to potatoes when they boil so they don't 'turn dark', wax the floor.

Does anyone wax their floors anymore? If they do, can they please explain to me how they stay on their feet without going bottom over teakettle when the phone rings on the other side of the house? P.G. Wodehouse described what happened to me when the phone rang by saying, "the air was full of arms and legs."

The kitten, who loves cleaning and sweeping, is in kitten heaven. He will be so bored with us when her time here is up.

During all of this, I feel compelled to hand her things, find things (like vinegar), give her a hand with things, or stop her from doing things. One can't idly by while someone right there is slaving away, hence the wrangling. I don't know how she got away from me long enough to blow up the computer.

But we did use a little of the twenty six dollars to make a fabulous peace pie.

If you add lemon juice to the peaches, they won't turn brown.

8 comments:

Jody Blue said...

I knew about the lemon juice/peaches, but not the potato/ vinegar! I love it when some one cleans the "old School" was, but am usually a bit embarrassed about all the dirt found!

Claudia's thoughts said...

Personaly,I found that if you do your housekeeping while not wearing your glasses, things tend to go more smoothly and you do not worry about dirt you do not see.....

Anonymous said...

Yes, we wax our floors! Every Easter and Christmas! It's a huge job!

Donna said...

The singing nun came to a bad end? Tell me it isn't so! I'm off to Google to see what happened to her.

Donna said...

Oh my, that was a much worse bad end than I imagined. Now I really feel bad.

Mercer's Daughter said...

Oh Sister! I do love, love, love reading your blog and getting such a good feeling that all is well with the nuns, they are happy, as God is the author of happiness....makes sense that you all laugh as you learn!
Love to you,
Victoria

SFO Pittsburgh said...

Dear SMM;

Inquiring minds want to know:

Is there a Patron Saint of Bingo? If not, have you any suggestions?

I do wish we could find a better way to raise money than by gambling!

pace e bene,
SFO Pgh

Kay said...

Sister, I found your blog through the Faith and Family blog. Wonderful! Everyone needs to look at life with all its frustrations, joys, complexitites, etc with a bit of straight forward truth and humor. Thank you! I do have a question for you - a saint to ask to intercede for my 15 year old son who struggles with many learning disabilities, a basic "don't care about much" attitude, and who won't even ask for help when he so desperately needs it. He is a good kid - but has no clue (he hasn't seen how God can help him yet) about Christ is so important to him. Suggestion?