Earl Develops an Irrational Fear of the Sewing Room

Since this morning Earl has been reluctant to step foot into the sewing room because of a plastic rod that is sitting by the door. It scared him. It didn't fall on him. It didn't jump out at him. It's in the same spot it's been in for the past three or four weeks, but today it sent out boogey rod waves and intimidated Earl so that he jumped back and now is wary to enter the room for fear that the plastic rod will do him harm.

In my continual effort to get the Big Guy a hobby besides shopping for quilting fabric, so that when he retires my mother doesn't kill him, I signed us both up for golf lessons. Today was lesson one. I'm not so sure how all the twisting works into my back problems because I'm a bit sore. I'm going to try to get Earl to act as a heating pad. If he can get into the bed tonight that is, because the past two nights he's had some difficulties figuring it out. The bed situation is a bit ridiculous. It works out ok if I get into bed first because then everyone goes around me and I have the best grasp of spacial relationships. If Randi or Earl get in the bed first, they just fuck it all up.