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As the poem goes: Monday's child is fair of face, Tuesday's child is full of grace, Wednesday's child is full of woe, Thursday's child has far to go, Friday's child is loving and giving, Saturday's child works hard for a living, And the child that is born on the Sabbath day Is bonny and blithe, and good and gay.
IT TURNS OUT I’M WEDNESDAY’S child. Perhaps that’s no surprise. However, I’m not always full of woe. Today, a Wednesday, started off as a great day. I was out for a walk before sunrise. Temp was around 18/65 (up to 24/75 this evening). By the end of the walk, the breeze had picked up and it made my ears hurt. Woe is me. Still, a nice way to start the day.
I made coffee for San Geraldo (don’t get excited; it was instant) and tea for myself. The milk had gone sour. I dumped the tea. I grabbed another carton only to discover the expiration date was 1 September. I made coffee (black) for myself. Woe.
We’re getting rid of our two recliners in the living room (which we just bought last year). They’re comfortable and solid, they take up too much space, and we never use them. We’ll replace them with one comfy chair and a side table. Four years ago, after My Mother the Dowager Duchess died, we shipped her now 50-year-old Oriental rug here. The Duchess had lots of plants, many very large ones that she would cut back whenever they reached the ceiling. When we saw the underside of the rug here, we discovered mildew and rotting fibres. I taped a couple of areas, but it really needed a good cleaning and major repair. It has since deteriorated even more. I’ve been appalled that we who are so particular about things have a huge rug with a large, visible, masking-tape patch (and another hidden under a chair). When I recently took a look underneath, I discovered the rot had spread. Woe.
So, we’re also getting rid of the rug and will be selecting a new one, and one for the dining area while we’re at it. Something lighter and more subtle. We’ve been to one carpet store. The others I’ve found don’t custom-cut carpet and most specialise in Orientals. Maybe we’ll go back tomorrow and order something.
We’re giving the two recliners to friends. Since we would hire a mover anyway to donate them to charity, we decided to make that part of our gift. I spent yesterday afternoon, evening, and half of today searching out and hoping for a response from local movers. I finally got two responses but someone we know and love has a friend with a small truck and they’re doing the job Thursday morning. We’re happy to give the money to them rather than to strangers.
While looking for other rug shops nearby, and phoning and emailing local movers (two British-owned companies told me they were totally booked before I even told them what I wanted), I also had computer problems. No need to bore you with all the gory details. It’s not completely resolved but at least things are functional again.
So, that’s why I’m finally writing today’s blog post at 6:30 p.m. and I’m not even sharing a photo of San Geraldo dunking bread in his Coca Cola Zero at Mesón Salvador. Much to come on Thursday (and, you know, Thursday’s child has far to go). I should have been born on a Sunday. Don’t tell my grandmother, but it’s what the poem refers to as Sabbath Day — she always said that was Saturday). I’m good and gay. Of course, San Geraldo is Friday’s child — loving and giving.
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Como dice el poema: El niño del lunes es hermoso. El niño del martes está lleno de gracia. El niño del miércoles está lleno de dolor. El niño del jueves tiene mucho por hacer. El niño del viernes es cariñoso y generoso. El niño del sábado trabaja duro para ganarse la vida. Y el niño que nace en sábado Es bonito y alegre, bueno y gay.
RESULTÓ QUE SOY HIJO DEL miércoles. Quizás eso no sea una sorpresa. Sin embargo, no siempre estoy lleno de dolor. Hoy, miércoles, ha comenzado como un gran día. Salí a caminar antes del amanecer. La temperatura estaba alrededor 18/60 (hasta 24/75 esta noche). Al final de la caminata, la brisa se había levantado y me dolía los oídos. Ay de mí. Aún así, es una buena forma de empezar el día.
Hice café para San Geraldo (no se emocionen, fue instantáneo) y té para mí. La leche se había agriado. Dejé el té. Agarré otra caja solo para descubrir que la fecha de vencimiento era el 1 de septiembre. Hice café (negro) para mí. Dolor.
Nos desharemos de nuestros dos sillones reclinables en la sala de estar (que compramos el año pasado). Son cómodos y sólidos, ocupan demasiado espacio y nunca los usamos. Los reemplazaremos por una cómoda silla y una mesa auxiliar. Hace cuatro años, después de la muerte de Mi madre, la duquesa viuda, enviamos aquí su alfombra oriental, que ahora tiene 50 años. La duquesa tenía muchas plantas, muchas muy grandes que recortaba cada vez que llegaban al techo. Cuando vimos la parte inferior de la alfombra aquí, descubrimos moho y fibras podridas. Grabé un par de áreas, pero realmente necesitaba una buena limpieza y una reparación importante. Desde entonces se ha deteriorado aún más. Me ha horrorizado que los que somos tan exigentes con las cosas tengamos una alfombra enorme con un parche grande y visible de cinta adhesiva (y otro escondido debajo de una silla). Cuando recientemente eché un vistazo debajo, descubrí que la podredumbre se había extendido. Dolor.
Le daremos los dos sillones reclinables a unos amigos. Como de todos modos contrataríamos a una empresa de mudanzas para donarlos a obras de caridad, decidimos hacer esa parte de nuestra donación. Pasé ayer por la tarde, la noche y la mitad de hoy buscando y esperando una respuesta de los transportistas locales. Finalmente obtuve dos respuestas, pero alguien que conocemos y amamos tiene un amigo con una camioneta pequeña y están haciendo el trabajo el jueves por la mañana. Nos complace darles el dinero a ellos en lugar de a extraños.
Mientras buscaba otras tiendas de alfombras cercanas, y llamaba y enviaba correos electrónicos a la mudanza local (dos compañías de propiedad británica me dijeron que estaban totalmente ocupadas antes de que yo les dijera lo que quería), también tuve problemas con la computadora. No hay necesidad de aburrirte con todos los detalles sangrientos. No está completamente resuelto, pero al menos las cosas vuelven a funcionar.
Por eso, finalmente estoy escribiendo la entrada de blog de hoy a las 6:30 p.m. y ni siquiera comparto una foto de San Geraldo mojando pan en su Coca Cola Zero en Mesón Salvador. Mucho por venir el jueves (y, ya sabes, el hijo del jueves tiene mucho por hacer). Debería haber nacido en domingo. No se lo digas a mi abuela, pero es a lo que el poema se refiere como día de reposo (ella siempre decía que era sábado). Soy bueno y gay. Por supuesto, San Geraldo es el niño del viernes, amante y generoso.
Ya know, you look younger now 🙂 So much for me being a Tuesday child full of grace!
Deedles,
I’m sorry to laugh. No Tuesday child for me. Maybe it refers to your goodness!
I’m a Tuesday child too – though as for ‘Grace’, never met her..
Raybeard:
You’ve really never met her? They say she’s Amazing.
I’m a monday child. and thank you for not showing SG, the bread, and the coke zero (ew). always a cutie!
Anne Marie,
Oh, be prepared. Dunking photo is still to come.
Funny, I thought I was a Wednesday child, but double-checked and discovered I’m a Saturday child. Great…works hard for a living. Been there. Done that.
That baby photo of you sure is woeful, but seems it had more to do with that sacrificial pose in the almighty bright sunshine. Can see why you always wear good sunglasses these days. Helps keep the woe-wrinkles at bay.
Mary,
That photo is something. “Oh, don’t worry about it being unpleasant for the baby. The light is good for a photo.” I have so many woe wrinkles!
Would have been good for you if you had jaundice as a newborn. That is one of the things you can do for infants who show too high bilirubin levels–give them 5-10 minutes of sunshine (usually through a window and sans clothes) to help get rid of it. Had to do it for all of mine–back a number of decades ago. 🙂
Mary:
I didn’t know that! I’m going to go stand by a window… naked… just in case.
Well… at least you’re also good and gay.
Wickedhamster,
Do you suppose they mean Good ? And also Gay? Or good and gay?
Woe, indeed, but not in deed, Mitchell! It’s good to send your money and gifts in good directions. I am a true Saturday’s Child and worked hard for a living from age 15 until I retired early at age 57. I worked hard for 42 years and it paid off nicely. I love rugs and am looking forward to seeing your purchases. Do the cats get veto power?
Wilma,
Indirectly, the cats get veto power. Certain textures would simply appear to be scratching surfaces. (Although everything is a scratching surface at some point!)
Not sure what ‘day child’ I am. I am gay too…..so push over buddy, I’m movin in! lol
Jim,
Just google day of the week and your birthdate.
Blooger for some reason won’t load you blog in my reader…so I am starting to miss post! Now after seeing this It figures Im a Friday child…how fitting.
OMG…..You were even a very long baby!!!! No wonder your a giant!
Mistress Maddie:
Blogger is driving me crazy when i comment on posts. With yours, I always got knocked off the first time I write and I have to start again. Other’s just give me error messages and I either have to log in incognito or, if I’m already logged in incognito, I have to log out of that! I was 21 inches long and weighed 6 pounds 11 ounces! My mother called me a Long Noodle.
That rug really tied the room together.
Kenosha Kid:
Right now, it looks bare and it echoes.
Kenosha Kid:
I’m told I need to see The Big Lebowski. I’ve wanted to, but I’ll have to do so alone; SG is not interested. I apologise for my ignorance.
Thursday’s Child here. Still far to go! And LOL @ thekenoshakid!
Debra:
I never really understood what was meant in this case by “far to go.” Is that a good or a bad thing? And, uh oh, I think I’m missing the Kenosha Kid’s (my cousin’s) joke.
It’s an infamously goofy line from the cult movie “The Big Lebowski.” You must watch that movie sometime — it’s hilarious!
Debra:
Thank you. Can’t believe we still haven’t seen that film. I’ll have to apologise to my cousin who I think has seen every film under the sun and also reviews them.
Each week on Wednesday I send out the meme ‘Happy Wednesday” with Miss Addams looking sullen as is her wont.
Urspo:
Maybe your message should read Woeful Wednesday.
For the longest time I thought i was a Thursday Child and had far to go, but your post made me doublecheck, and I was wrong: I’m a gorgeous Monday Child,
Oh, my head is getting bigger!
Bob:
Yeah, I would have figured you for Monday’s child… or Friday.
We recently found a nice rug at IKEA online. The right size, wool with a thick pile, and a pleasing look. It’s not an oriental design, but something a bit modern. The price was right and it was delivered. And it looks pretty much what it looked like online, so no surprises. Maybe you’ve already looked… but just in case.
Walt the Fourth:
IKEA does have some very nice rugs. We’re going to get matching rugs custom-cut for living room and dining room. (Although we found an Oriental rug we really liked for the living room, we think we’ll stick to the plan for matching solids this time.)
Such a happy baby! Thanks to Google I now know I was born on the Way We Were Wednesday. I didn’t remember what day it was, it was a long-long time ago.
David:
I thought I was born on a Wednesday but I also had to look it up. And let’s not talk about long LONG times ago.
As John Denver sang (and I quote this song all the time): Some days are diamonds, some days are stones.
Steve,
Yesterday was a stone. Today’s a cubic zirconium.