John's Home

Saturday, being in bad mood, started a post, John's Home, and computer screen went black. All connections were connected correctly; hit power button and Blogger was still open to the post, as was whatever I had open in another window. Doing two things at one time, writing waiting upon some Facebook game item to be ready to harvest, serve or collect, I guess.

Continued typing, screen went blank again. Back on, I notice "can not save, can not contact Blogger", so rebooted and never got back to rewrite the un-savable John's Home post which went something like this:

John's home; talking in courtyard; get up; lower kitchen window to 2-3"; pull blinds down level with window; pin curtains. Sad way to live. Can not open front windows/blinds/door due to Chris; Chris not home, can not open door to let some fresh air into apartment due to baby crying and Ms. X chatter. Thank you, my other two Great Room windows are high and John would need to stand on something to peek inside.

The curtains are not really curtains. Asked daughter if she could send me some, specifically an orange lacy pair or two. Her grandmother (ex-mother-in-law) has a thing for curtains; ugly ones mostly, that she foists on daughters. They are instructed not to get rid of them. Told daughter she will never know if you donate to Salvation Army. That is when I was staying with her and husband, chores in exchange for room and board.

Granny will visit daughters home when they are away ~ she has keys ~ take down their curtains and replace them. But that is another tale...

So daughter sent me a shower curtain, the cloth outside of tube kind, with some other things, but no curtains. Used it on the large windows when living on Magnolia. Cut it in half; shortened it; cut a slit in middle, viola kitchen curtains. I purposely left them shorter than windowsill, because it was easier then tying back when opening the window, which I did every day until John moved in next door. After he started peeking in window, I sewed more shower curtain material to the bottom so curtains reached windowsill.

When John is home, I need to pin the center slit together, because even with window lowered they blow. Yeah, he would have to bend down to peek in the window; but before I started pinning them, he still looked inside calling for me. That was also when I started lowering the window to almost closed position. Maybe I should take a picture, eh.