Few things delight me more than hanging out with both my sons — at the same time. Tonight, after Nelson started dinging me on etymology, it was clear that I raised him. And then they both ganged up on me on the subject of word origins. Ouch. These two young men are clearly my sons. Not to worry — laughter ensued. But you'd think that they'd back off just a little on their mother. It left me shaking my head and wondering who are these guys, anyway?!
Meanwhile, the foundation of the house sinks, walls fracture and doors fail to close. Tomorrow a shimming will take place and hopefully upright order will be restored.
Disintegration seems to be a theme.
Tonight the oven threatened explosion, a refrigerator shelf collapsed, the blender sent out shrill screeches and I swept a full wine glass into full-on shatter.
Perhaps shimming will suffice.
And then again, all may fail.