The big day is approaching , "Student Appreciation Day", and preparations are still under way. First priority is finishing the rebuilding of the front steps making a safer access to the gallery. The new steps are made wider and with a deck, so that we can escort our special individuals up and down with ease. Great job Dale, I can't wait until we try them out on the 27th !
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Unwelcomed Visitor
@ Muddy Rose Pottery
(awwww, not my logo)
"THEY" say that these little critters are more afraid of you than you are of them. I wonder just who "THEY"are? I would like to re-educate "THEM" on the subject matter. I had an unforgettable encounter of the worst kind when "Mr Chips" decided I needed a break from my stress free morning. He came charging into my kitchen, from who knows where, and scurried behind my refrigerator. Of course I took to the chair screaming while Mascot Brandy went into attack mode; I never saw her move so fast. Mr Chips entertained us by making several mad dashes from the fridge to the front door. I did get brave enough at one point to wedge open the door thinking he would just let himself out without a fuss. Ha Ha. He was having to good a time out running Ms Brandy to even consider leaving quietly. Fast forward an hour. I was convinced "The Chipster" would eventually see his way out, after all, I did make enough baracades blocking the entrance to my upstairs while providing him a pathway to outside freedom. I took Brandy upstairs with me and I crawled back into bed to try and relax for a bit. Just as I pulled up a cover and closed my eyes, I felt as if something landed on my feet. I knew it wasn't Brandy, she was dozing right next to me. I opened my eyes, looked down toward the end of the bed and I nearly had a heart attack when I saw that %#@ Mr Chips lunging right toward me. I stood straight up, yes I did, and shook the blanket, causing Brandy to roll off and that %*$# rodent, who "THEY" say is more scared of me, blah blah blah, to take off running SOMEWHERE. Lukily, he ended up behind the frig again. It was time to call in the forces now. My son, armed with a clothes hamper, came to my defense. He put the hamper on one side of the refrigerator as he moved the other side and SNAP-- I slammed the lid shut, trapping Mr Chips inside. My son took the hamper outside and released him. I watched as chippy ran a few feet, stopped quickly and turned to look back at me. I just know he was saying, " I'll be back next week and I'm bringin the family." Oh dear, I can't wait !! Brian, may I borrow your clothes hamper????
