I am in California to be with my sister. She is going through chemo following a double mastectomy. She is doing so well. I am proud of here. We have had some great adventures! She calls herself ChemoSobby and refers to me as Nurse TAUNTo. She says I love to needle her. Muwha-haha! Payback time when you get to give your big sister injections! Here is one of our adventures
My sister and I stayed in our jammies all morning and into the afternoon. We were cleaning and stuff. I hate doing it but my sister coerced me. Mind you not cute matching jammies or anything. T-shirt, baggy pants and my dirty (from cleaning and cooking) white robe. So much for heavenly eh?
My Sis says…hey, we have another tv and cable box down in the garage/basement that we can put in your room… let’s go get it. I’m up for the adventure! Down we go…down their elevator. All the houses here on Bethel Island have to be raised because they live on a levee. The lower floor is a 3 car garage in the front part and the back part is my sister’s HUGE art studio… where the TV is. Back to going down on the elevator. Get there snag the TV and my sis decides to go back up to make sure there is a Satellite connection. Finds it. Comes back down and the elevator starts going wacky. We have had tons of wind driven rain. Yup. One of the call buttons is outside on their deck and it got wet and was shorting out. Fortunately wise sister managed to get her and her dog off. Immediately it goes back up. We call it down and it comes and goes back up and won’t let us open the door. It kept doing this. After about 10 tries we gave up. It was possessed. I think it is from a Stephen King novel.
No prob… we can go outside through the garage and go up the stairs to the house. In our lovely attire. But wait! There’s more!! No FREEKIN’ key. No problem my sis proclaims again. ‘My friend Joan has a key’. She calls Joan (thank God for remote phones and cell phones). Joan will send her hubby over with key. Joan calls back and says her hubby AND the elevator repair dude are on their way over (remind me to thank Joan). Oh Joy. I go hide uh I mean sit inside my sister’s car. No good. We decide to walk up the 2 flights of stairs…since the repair dude has our key and all I can think is he is walking behind my blubbery-ness. Get to the door. The damn key is not for the doors it is for the garage!! Did I mention it is raining and cold?? With wind driven rain?!!
Repair dude decides to try the key on the outside door to the elevator. It opens and he jimmys the elevator to be able to get in the house and let us in. THEN he wants to be kind and go down to the studio and get the TV and box for us. THEN he wants hook it up. I am trying to tell him that it is fine I can do it. I want him to leave so I can die from humiliation. But no, his chivalry won out. He could not fix the elevator, his guys came out this morning.
All that and the stupid TV will not work in my room!!!
To top it off not only was I wearing lovely PJs but I also had white socks and my mary jane clogs on!!!! It is a must do accessory. You should try it.