So, Monday I will put ads in the newspaper and a Local mag for my caterering business. It's time to get serious about it. the name is "APPLEWOOD CATERERS" were food meets the fire. The cards came out great. Someday I'll learn how to post them here.
I need a new intestinal track. SBS is killing me and it is becoming more frequent as I get older.
Ordered the new HARRY POTTER BOOK today.
Also brought SKIN SHOWS - THE TATTOO BIBLE
here is more ramblings:
I hear my father's footsteps in the hallway. They have stopped outside my door. I slide down further under the covers and closed the little hole I am peering out of just so one of my eyes can see out. Ten, twenty seconds go by and I don't hear anything. No moving of the latch, no opening of the door, no creaking of the floor boards. Why is he standing outside my door. Why doesn't he come into my room and walk acrosss the floor and open the attic door. Which by the way is the only thing I can see in this position. Then out of the corner of my eye I spot him bending down to open the attic door. My mind is racing now, how did he open my door? Lifting the old latch always makes a loud noise, besides that the floor boards creak so badly the spiders make noise crossing them. Yet he has made absolutely no noise. He has disappeared behind the attic door now. I slide myself up agianist the head board and stir at the attic door still wondering how he got from outside my door into the attic without making a sound. We live in a very old farmhouse, which my father has never touched or fixed anything in it. I decide to wait a few minutes before venturing into the attic and see what my father is up too. I slide out of bed trying not to make any noise. I put my right foot down and then my left. I stand up and the floor board creaks loud and clear. Every step I take makes the same loud noise, like I'm playing a musical instrument. I reach the attic door and lift the latch. I push the door in and peer inside. NOTHING! Absolutely nothing. No light, no sound, and no father. I can't see him anywhere. I crawl inside and turn the light on. Still Nothing. I look around, open and check inside the old trunk, Nothing. I look in the storage cabinet and under the canvas drop clothes, still Nothing. It's like he didn't even come in here. Nothing is out of place. The attic window is still nailed shut. I seat down on the old alligator trunk and pull some oreo cookies out that I have been storing for such an occasion. My head is spinning. trying to go over the last 5 minutes and figure out what just happen. I know for sure that he came into my room and went inside the attic, but by the time I came in my father had vanished. I sat on that trunk for a long time eating my stale cookies and drinking warm milk. As I was sitting there, I came up with another plan to see where my father went every Saturday morning and how he seemed to vanish into thin air. I decided next week I will hide in the storage cabinet which is at the far end of the attic. And has a perfect view of the whole room I will stay in the back of it, hidden by all the old clothes my mother has saved over the years. I will keep the door slightly ajar so I can watch what happens.
till next week and more of my ramblings.
I need a new intestinal track. SBS is killing me and it is becoming more frequent as I get older.
Ordered the new HARRY POTTER BOOK today.
Also brought SKIN SHOWS - THE TATTOO BIBLE
here is more ramblings:
I hear my father's footsteps in the hallway. They have stopped outside my door. I slide down further under the covers and closed the little hole I am peering out of just so one of my eyes can see out. Ten, twenty seconds go by and I don't hear anything. No moving of the latch, no opening of the door, no creaking of the floor boards. Why is he standing outside my door. Why doesn't he come into my room and walk acrosss the floor and open the attic door. Which by the way is the only thing I can see in this position. Then out of the corner of my eye I spot him bending down to open the attic door. My mind is racing now, how did he open my door? Lifting the old latch always makes a loud noise, besides that the floor boards creak so badly the spiders make noise crossing them. Yet he has made absolutely no noise. He has disappeared behind the attic door now. I slide myself up agianist the head board and stir at the attic door still wondering how he got from outside my door into the attic without making a sound. We live in a very old farmhouse, which my father has never touched or fixed anything in it. I decide to wait a few minutes before venturing into the attic and see what my father is up too. I slide out of bed trying not to make any noise. I put my right foot down and then my left. I stand up and the floor board creaks loud and clear. Every step I take makes the same loud noise, like I'm playing a musical instrument. I reach the attic door and lift the latch. I push the door in and peer inside. NOTHING! Absolutely nothing. No light, no sound, and no father. I can't see him anywhere. I crawl inside and turn the light on. Still Nothing. I look around, open and check inside the old trunk, Nothing. I look in the storage cabinet and under the canvas drop clothes, still Nothing. It's like he didn't even come in here. Nothing is out of place. The attic window is still nailed shut. I seat down on the old alligator trunk and pull some oreo cookies out that I have been storing for such an occasion. My head is spinning. trying to go over the last 5 minutes and figure out what just happen. I know for sure that he came into my room and went inside the attic, but by the time I came in my father had vanished. I sat on that trunk for a long time eating my stale cookies and drinking warm milk. As I was sitting there, I came up with another plan to see where my father went every Saturday morning and how he seemed to vanish into thin air. I decided next week I will hide in the storage cabinet which is at the far end of the attic. And has a perfect view of the whole room I will stay in the back of it, hidden by all the old clothes my mother has saved over the years. I will keep the door slightly ajar so I can watch what happens.
till next week and more of my ramblings.