Looong day...

[dreamflower]

My sewing room flooded again this morning. Fortunately we caught it early, and my DH spent the morning sweeping the water out, while I went to work.

I went to work this morning remembering that we had a Make-It-Take-It from 11-1 and then teacher preview from 1-4--no time in between, which meant I scarfed down a cheese sandwich and half a Diet Coke at a quarter to 11. Tables to haul to the front of the store at 1, and teachers to get put. Also, I had to clock *out* on my associate card and *in* on my teacher card, and the @!#%#$?! time clock would *not* cooperate. Teacher preview is always fun if I can get put and work on stuff; a chance to talk to the other teachers is always cool. Today I did not have to do quite so much jumping up and finding things as usual, which was nice. But afterwards, I had a mess to clean up, as I didn't have time to clean up after the MITI. And I had to prep for next week's demos. I didn't get away until a quarter to 6. As much as I usually like my job, it has its moments.

DH and I went to a steakhouse for supper. Had a lovely table, near a cheerily burning fireplace. Cut for minor rant.


Why do some people hate their kids? Can you tell me another reason the parents would be totally ignoring their five-year-old as he plays up by the fireplace, poking flammable stuff between the holes in the grates, and putting his face almost right up onto the firescreen? The kid was at it almost the whole time we were eating.

Why do parents let their kids stand up in the shopping buggies?

Why do they let their little ones stay by themselves in one store while Mom (or Dad) runs next door to another store for "just a minute"?

Why do they encourage their kids to play in the street by putting basketball goals *facing* the street, right up on the curb, when they have a perfectly good empty driveway?

End minor rant.

I am almost finished with my decoupaged shoes. On the left shoe I did "All that is gold does not glitter, not all who wander are lost." and on the right shoe, I found part of a sentence from "On Fairy Stories"--"...joy beyond the walls of the world, poignant as grief..." I love that. JRRT is the only one I know who makes that connection: that sometimes joy is so sharp as to be very nearly painful.
All I have left to do now is put some braided trim on, and then to seal it with a good sealer.

Next, I work on the dress for the wedding. And then my hobbity cigar box purse.

Comments

[lil-banik-slave.livejournal.com]

Busy you

The house is STILL flooding, maybe you should complain or get someone to look at it

[ansostuff.livejournal.com]

Another flooding? *hugs you*. Why does it flood all the time? Maybe you should build your house on poles? :)

[dreamflower]

LOL! We've done both over the years. Sometimes it has even helped--temporarily.

[dreamflower]

A good many folk around here *do* build their houses on poles. But this neighborhood is supposedly not subject to flooding (yeah, riiight.)so it's not done here.

The room floods whenever the street floods completely. It used to be a carport, and when we remodeled, and the contractor turned it into a room, he did not do what was necessary to raise the floor level so that it would avoid that sort of thing. This was ever so many years ago, and at the time we did not realize it would cause a problem. And by the time we did find out, that particular contractor was out of business. (Wonder why?)

The street drainage is another problem altogether. For a few years after the city annexed our neighborhood, the drainage was considerably improved; but the last couple of years it has gotten worse than ever.

My husband talks about moving from time to time, but we've live in this house since a month after we got married. I'm rather attached to it.

[gamgeefest.livejournal.com]

Have you had your drainage looked at? The water shouldn't be coming toward your house like that all the time. It could be that the concrete they used for the foundation is too porous. Building a mini patio or something of the sort just outside the room, with the proper drainage to direct the water away from the house, should work. Is the sewing room underground? You might have to dig up the ground and slap a flood wall around the room. We've had flooding issues where I live, so I know there has to be *something* they can do to fix it.

And ditto on crappy parents. I see it all the time where I work. Mothers just let their kids cry none stop or run around as they please. It's very upsetting. Especially in the situation you mentioned. I would have said something to the manager. If anything else, it's a liability to the restaurant to allow the kid to play there.

[coneygoil.livejournal.com]

Flooded again?! It seems this has become a regular occurance. Has it always been like that?

Ooo...what steakhouse? My fave place to get streak is Outback.

I don't know why parents can be so neglectful. I freak out if I see a child in on-coming danger. If Avary darts toward the road, I do whatever I can to stop her. I just can't believe some parents would not care!

[grey-wonderer.livejournal.com]

You are so busy! If you lived next door to me, people would point to my house and say, "That's where the lazy person lives." Then they'd point to your house and say, "That's where that busy woman lives. She's always doing something." LOL

My sister once yelled at a woman in a store who was shopping while her two-year-old stood up in the buggy seat and waved at people as they passed. The woman got a good dressing down because my sister can do that to a person. It is a wonder the child didn't fall out of the buggy on it's little head. Some people are so careless with their little ones that it makes you wonder why they had children to begin with.

[dreamflower]

It's mainly the poor drainage in our subdivision. The flooding tends to get better or worse depending on which political entity is responsible for the maintenance and whether or not it's a local election year. (Call me cynical--but it seems to work out that way.)

But the particular room that floods is because it once was a carport, and the contracter should have raised the floor when we closed it in. We were too inexperienced and stupid to know that, and by the time we found out, he was out of business and out of the state--that's been oh, at least 22 years ago.

We've tried any number of fixes. Most of them work. For a while.

I seriously thought of saying something. I kind of wish I had, but DH thought we should mind our own business.

[dreamflower]

More or less ever since that room was built, yes; about 22 years now.

We went to Logan's Roadhouse, up at Crossroads Shopping Center off 49. The food's really good, and I love the way they fix their salads--they cut the tomato up really small. I hate big old chunky pieces in my salads. And I adore their loaded mashed potatoes.

It amazes me how callous some parents are. But they'd be horrified if you suggested they are putting their kids at risk. The basketball goal thing is a particular and recurring pet peeve of mine.

[dreamflower]

*grin* Oh, I think I'm pretty lazy myself. I'm often on the computer or crafting when I *should* be cleaning house or something else worthwhile.

I *hate* kids standing up or climbing on the buggies. My nephew got hurt that way once--fell out and nearly bit his tongue off, had to go to the ER and get stitches! And my sister had been watching him, but had turned away for just a moment to tend to her other son. After that, she strapped him in!