Sunday, April 27, 2008
cupboard love
the peeps are chuffed to bits - they have somewhere to keep their clothes! the gypsy, her husband the diy god and her son the miracle boy came to visit and left in their wake a wonderful cupboard! more accurately the diy god made the cupboard, whilst herself and the gypsy alternated between planting things in the garden and chatting over cups of tea. the miracle boy and my boy spent many happy hours playing on the computer, my boy discovering new and ever more gory methods of slaughtering digital people and the miracle boy looking up christmas tunes on youtube.
the miracle boy is so called for good reason. he was the first baby herself ever held. he has had a special place in her heart ever since. he has been decidedly unlucky on the medical front and has had more operations than are good for a person, leaving him covered in scars like train tracks. at one point his back had curved so much he was losing the use of his arms and legs and he had to have a metal back brace put in his spine. it looked like he might not walk or even play with his trains ever again. but the miracle boy's spirit was not to be crushed and on the day the gypsy and the diy god got married he twirled herself round on the dancefloor like a true professional, making her glow with pride.
anyway, back to the cupboard. the peeps did not have anywhere to keep their clothes in the new house. herself put up a rail for the hanging up sort of clothes which, while not entirely straight, is not so sloping that things slide down to one end. but the folding clothes have been in plastic boxes since the peeps moved in. the peeps have never been particularly adventurous dressers, but being unable to find anything has moved their sartorial conservatism to new heights. or perhaps depths.
in their bedroom is a cupboard. before it received the attentions of the diy god it was a sad affair, with crumbling walls and no shelves. but the diy god put and end to its misery. during the course of the afternoon my lady friend and i kept an eye on proceedings. my lady friend does not have a very effective reverse gear and can only move forwards, so it was a risky business for her to go into a room with a floor full of tools. each time we popped in for a gander she had to embark on a 37 point turn to get out again. but we lurchers take our duties seriously, and the diy god needed cheering on as he sawed and hammered.
and now the cupboard is a thing of beauty! it is lined with pine and has wonderful slatted shelves. no sooner had the diy god put away his drill than herself was playing with the new cupboard, putting things on the shelves and sniffing the wood. so we can now look forward to more varied messages on the t-shirts. as well as 'i'm blogging this' we may also see 'i never finish anyth'. thank goodness she didn't attempt to sort out the cupboard...
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6 comments:
What a proud man! He should be it looks wonderful. I wish I had a DIY God..........
Fantastic writing from the dogs! LOVE every post.
Great story. So pleased to hear you are settling in well... it takes some time but sounds like you are enjoying it. Great work from the DIY God and great writing from Joker
Yay for the lovely cupboard! Let me know if you guys need Clara Bow to come over to teach long dogs moving in reverse skills.....this girl can manuever backwards better than I can manuever *forwards*!
Most long dogs with sighthound backgrounds that I've known aren't very good at backup manuevers, but Clara Bow is a pro, she can even run backwards and go upstairs quickly backwards (she's a big show off!). Being a Ridgeback mix, she is very cheap to pay, as she'll take whatever leftover food scraps you may have as payment for her tutoring time. :)
The new cupboard looks great!! How wonderful to be able to have more space to put your things. What a gift the cupboard is and of course the DIY God.
A new cupboard, tea, friendships, gardens....sounds like things are going pretty well!
XOXOX
One can never have too much closet space! Well, I suppose one could, but, oh well.
I have such a vivid mental image of poor Phoebe trying to turn around.
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