Daily Notes- September 3rd

Will the "real" Muffy raise her arms.  Sigh.  The original Muffy husband gave me as a Valentine one year is on the left.  Her head swivels and her arms go up and down (making her so much easier to dress).  The Muffy- still a real Muffy--to the right cannot move her arms or turn her head.  But she can wear the shoes.  And all the clothes fit her as you have seen here on the blog. The one on the left- not so good at wearing shoes.  Her feet are a bit too stiff.  The original Muffy is wearing the Valentine play romper she arrived in.  She was always in the basket.  I just kind of like that the other one can wear shoes. They are both trademarked Vanderbear.  Oddly enough, the little homemade white tee shirt fit her perfectly. No alterations needed.  This also means she will be more comfy in the new bed- being able to turn her head and raise and lower her arms.  I will need to find something special for the other bear.  She seems sad.

It rained overnight.  I have the ceiling fans turned back on.  It was pretty chilly in the house yesterday- even with long sleeves- that I turned the fans off.  No need to water the tomatoes or the peaches today.

Daughter brought over a small paper bag of little ears of sweet corn yesterday. The couple who owns a farm across the road from where daughter's employer lives and works-  cleared out the corn field and bundled up corn stalks for the Halloween Season.  Husband ate the little ears of corn for a late supper after he came inside at 7:30.  Daughter had to clean out employers duck pond yesterday.  She was anxious to get home and into the shower.  Ducks are steady poopers.  But daughter knew they needed to swim to regulate body temps.  Steady pooping.  In the water.

It's dark and cloudy and a very good day to read my next book.  The florist and the dog.  I read the Weezie and BeBe Christmas book on Tuesday.  Where Weezie gets married.  And BeBe has her baby. It's a small holiday book and it was okay.  I like BeBe and Harry as a couple.  I'm never quite sure about Weezie and Daniel.

My very own Birthday Fairy sent me an Amazon package.  I am now the proud and delighted owner of a spool of quarter inch elastic. And Muffy's new pants will be able to stay up over her belly.  The gift was meant to fully stock the Magic Attic.  No matter how many Times I went up- there was never ANY elastic. Thank You.. Thank You.. Thank You...  I admit to NEVER getting Amazon packages. I must be the only one on my street.

I was rude to a guy on the phone yesterday.  A courtesy call regarding my daily newspaper.  I apologized. I said the payment was in the mail but I couldn't guess when it would arrive.  Some afternoons I get a half to a full dozen calls about all sorts of medicare, insurance etc etc calls.  Even credit card calls.  Amazon calls... yes Amazon Prime saying my account has been compromised. I tell all of them to try and find a better job and to stop calling old people with land lines.

The ones that start with a weepy kid saying "grandma" are the worst.  I tell them I hope they rot in hell. The Microsoft ones from India are my favorites- I tell them I wouldn't use a Microsoft product even if my life depended on it.  They say I own one.  I say I don't.  Because I don't. They say I do and it needs servicing over the phone. Guess what I say next........