“Hobbies take place in the cellar and smell of airplane glue.”

I’m going to run down the street screaming. Today is cloudy, raw and cold. Rain is predicted. I hate it. I need sun. Even a bit of sun will be enough.

Of late, my life has been quiet. I don’t go out much. I even need a dump run as my car is filled with trash and such. I just keep piling bags of trash in my trunk, bags of papers and magazines on the front seat and cardboard boxes in the back. My choices are to go today because the dump is closed the next two days, wait until Wednesday or call Skip, my factotum, for a dump run. I’m leaning toward the Skip call.

The keyboard on my Mac was replaced a couple of years back because some letters had stopped working. I remember well the demise of my beloved H. The computer was under warranty then as I had bought additional warranty so it didn’t cost me for a new keyboard. Well, it’s happened again. The c needs special handling as does the comma. I curse.

Today is yard clean-up. My vacant lot, think metaphor, is strewn with pieces of fabric from a once proud snowman, actually my favorite, now a mere shred of itself, pieces of paper plates and paper towels and who knows what else. Nala has favorites to tear into pieces, but she’ll steal just about anything.

I have a few things to glue, things with pieces needing mending. I have a couple of great kinds of glue. They are quick to dry and most things stick. Every time I use this wondrous glue, I remember the glue I used when I was a kid. The first kind I remember is LePage’s in the bottle with a rubber top which you had to slit. If you didn’t use it for a while, bits of dried glue covered the slit. Sometimes it leaked onto my fingers. Elmer’s was next. I was bad at Elmer’s. It used to come out in globs. Sometimes it globbed onto my fingers. I remember Crazy Glue and the guy in the hard hat hanging from the iron rafter, presumably up high. I skipped Crazy Glue. My fingers were safe. Next, I jumped onto the Super Glue bandwagon. It was sold in small tubes. Sometimes a couple of my fingers got glued together. It was some time later when Gorilla Glue came into my life. I had it in a bottle, and I had a tube of it. The plastic bottle is my go to glue. I use it all the time. I just read there is a Gorilla Glue Spray. Be still my heart.

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6 Comments on ““Hobbies take place in the cellar and smell of airplane glue.””

  1. Bob Says:

    Hi Kat,

    Today is beautifully bright and sunny. The high temperature is a chilly 55°. My iPhone battery is going south quickly. It’s an old 6S model and the local repair shops have to order a replacement battery. My spouse will see what kind of iPhone I can upgrade to for less money from Verizon. I really want an iPhone 13.

    I can’t remember the last time I needed to glue something. I remember the bottles of Library paste in elementary school. I figured as a kid that libraries needed special glue to repair returned books. I always had a plastic bottle of Elmer’s glue on hand. I never figured out if bulls were killed making the stuff or if it came from cows milk. I’ve seen the commercials for Gorilla glue but never tried it. I did read that if you get it on your fingers it will melt your skin together. When my spouse worked in a hospital, a patient came in whose spouse caught him cheating. While he was sleeping, his wife used Gorilla glue and glided his penis to his abdomen. When he had to urinate you can imagine where it went. 🙂 That’s all I know about Gorilla glue.

    Tonight the Cowboys meet the 49ers in California. It should be a good game If the good version of the Dallas Cowboys shows up. 🙂

    • katry Says:

      Hi Bob,
      Today stayed cold-ish, but it did get to 42°. I stayed home all day. Nothing about going out was appetizing. I was just as happy staying home.

      I always have glue on hand. I even have wood glue. Things repairable break, and glue makes then better. Gorilla glue works great.

      Funny story. That’s a hard way to learn a lesson! I hope your Cowboys went to play!

  2. Birgit Says:

    Commas are overrated but you definitely need a “c” for Chocolate and Chasing Nala 🙂 Good luck!

    • katry Says:

      I have a Let’s Eat Grandma t-shirt. It shows two sentences:

      Let’s eat, grandma.
      Let’s eat grandma.

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