Judy P's Tickle Trunk

Today I hung blinds in the living room. This was necessitated by an alarming increase in the time I spend watching daytime television. I could have said it was so that I could see the Wii screen more clearly in day-light but I have fallen off that wagon for now(though I am chasing the cart and should catch it again soon). The increase is due to a perfect storm of life events: retirement, a resurrection of my knitting obsession, and Netflix. I used to take an afternoon nap but now I knit and lose myself in whatever show takes my fancy for a couple of hours before supper.

As always, Sammie helped with the project:

Sammie loves ladders.

Baxter was available to help interpret the instructions:

Baxter ensures every job is well done.

This was necessary because they were confusing. I’m still not sure what this photo was representing:

More like an Escher drawing than a useful illustration of technique.

And this one you just couldn’t see. Guess it was for hanging the blinds with them closed. In the dark. Wearing sunglasses. With your eyes shut.

Could have used a little braille on this one.

We had blinds in our living room when I was younger. We never just said blinds but would always say Venetian blinds, which made them sound a lot more exotic than they were. This must be why one of my favourite cartoons is a drawing of a fellow with a blind down over his ear. It is captioned “Venetian Deaf”. (Apologies to the hard of hearing) Our blinds were a mystery to me and I recall them now as a conglomeration of rattling slats with tangled cords which scared me enough to keep my distance from all parts of them. Seems that my mother was the only person to whom they would respond appropriately. I was rather fond of the little white plastic bells which covered the cord knots and always hoped Mom would give them to me some day. The blinds did not move with us to our new house and I never got the bells. Well, I got my own blinds now and dang it; I hope they are compliant. If anyone is interested I will give you the little bells but you’ll have to wait at least thirty-five years because after the trial of putting them up, despite the assistance of two cats, they are not coming down again in my life-time.

(c) Judy Parsons 2013