A bundle of worries, and all for me...
Dec. 30th, 2003 08:07 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
msfledermausThings have gotten a little worrysome in my neck of the woods lately.
Work is very frustrating (still, yes this is nothing new.) I kinda got stood up last night. And Mrs Scraggit isn't doing so hot right now. (She has heart trouble.)
I talked to her a bit last night on the phone, and she told me that she and Mr. Scraggit found a tombstone in their yard from the 1800's, for a young lady who died on my birthday. They think there's a family crypt somewhere on the property. (The Hazmat folks have been giving them and the neighbors new soil, since there's some kind of lead contamination..so when they were digging they found the gravestone.)
Mr. Scraggit's making sure they don't drive the bulldozers over the area where they think the grave is, and they're thinking of contacting the local University for a bit more history.
Anyway, the Scraggit is under strict orders--anitbiotics, bed rest, and more bed rest. she broke that rule a bit calling me to tell me about the tomb. (But it's a TOMB, I mean, you have to call and tell people like me about Victorian graves in the front yard!) I'm very glad I'm flying out in a couple of weeks. Jokes aside, I'm worried. Can't help it, I'm a Capricorn, we worry about the rotation of the Earth, it's how it works.
So think the occasional kind thought, willya? I promise I'll keep the fretting down to a bare minimun.
Work is very frustrating (still, yes this is nothing new.) I kinda got stood up last night. And Mrs Scraggit isn't doing so hot right now. (She has heart trouble.)
I talked to her a bit last night on the phone, and she told me that she and Mr. Scraggit found a tombstone in their yard from the 1800's, for a young lady who died on my birthday. They think there's a family crypt somewhere on the property. (The Hazmat folks have been giving them and the neighbors new soil, since there's some kind of lead contamination..so when they were digging they found the gravestone.)
Mr. Scraggit's making sure they don't drive the bulldozers over the area where they think the grave is, and they're thinking of contacting the local University for a bit more history.
Anyway, the Scraggit is under strict orders--anitbiotics, bed rest, and more bed rest. she broke that rule a bit calling me to tell me about the tomb. (But it's a TOMB, I mean, you have to call and tell people like me about Victorian graves in the front yard!) I'm very glad I'm flying out in a couple of weeks. Jokes aside, I'm worried. Can't help it, I'm a Capricorn, we worry about the rotation of the Earth, it's how it works.
So think the occasional kind thought, willya? I promise I'll keep the fretting down to a bare minimun.
