When you see that statement on the outside of the box, DON'T BELIEVE IT!
I've just spent hours putting together a shelf/table that came with Swedish Instructions. Of course, even of the instructions had been in English I don't think it would have helped.
Last weekend I opened up my newest yard/garden purchase - a gas weed whacker. HOURS! getting the motor running. Why can't they just tell you that the oil is supposed to be mixed 40:1 with gas? They provided a little bottle of oil and I just dumped it into the small tank with the gas. The motor wouldn't start. Hours later, after a trip to my father's workshop (which is better than a Canadian Tire and a lot cheaper) and a trip to the gas station I had the motor running. But that was just the start. By the time I got the line/reel on the bottom to work it was getting dark. But I love it! I whacked so many weeds and overgrown bushes with that thing, my arms hurt. Of course, right afterwards I started looking at Condos for Sale. A semi-annual event I indulge in after a grueling day working on my yard or shoveling snow.
Now, I have a desk to put together but first I have to dismantle a table to make room for it and I need to find my Phillips screwdriver...
Update on Writing
They extended the deadline for the contest I want to enter to the end of the month. I might get my fifty pages smoothed out by then - or maybe not.
Update on Website Design
So much to learn so little time. Hope to have Kelly Boyce's and my website up so everyone can see what I've learned in the hours I've spent in class and on my own. You get really sucked in with all the choices, colours, fonts, etc.
Update on the niece's wedding.
Only managed to get off about 10 of the 20 pounds I wanted before Amy's wedding next week. I have managed to make it to the gym three or four times a week over the past month.
After months of searching for something other than black I finally went back to my first store and tried on black dresses again. The sales lady was terrific and after trying on a few I'd chosen, she went away and brought back a couple for me to try on - neither one looked impressive on the hanger. The second one was a winner. As soon as I tried it on I knew it was the one for me. I feel great in it. And if I don't look great in it I don't want anyone to disillusion me. My youngest daughter found a great dress as well. My oldest daughter (the graduate) who is skinny and tall and can wear anything, hasn't found anything yet. I think it's because she has too many choices. My other daughter and I are always thrilled when we find something that fits and looks good - we grab it.
So, this week:
I need to find some discipline. The edits for Front Page Affair are not going to type themselves.