Me, Me, MeI’ve just been up to my patootie in school, home, and crazy person related affairs.
The kids go back Monday, and I’m actually a little sad about it (I must have remembered to take my meds today). This is the first year they will all be in class for the same time span, and that I can actually be home or somewhere else between nine and two-thirty, Monday through Friday. Doesn’t that sound… decadent?
I’m also determined to get my garage in shape for my birthday gift from mom: we are going to drywall and plaster my garage so it looks like a real room, and not just a place where rats go to stay when no one else will take them. Having moved every single box and shelving unit to the center of the space—noting that all my shit occupies approximately the same footprint as the two cars that are supposed to be in there in the first place—there is now at least five or six feet clearance between the Wall of Junk and the perimeter. God, I hope I can talk them into whitewashing the exposed beams of the ceiling. Anything would be an improvement. I’m putting in that huge ceiling fan that’s been sitting in the corner for two years and maybe—just maybe—it can be used as a TV/playroom/extra office space.
Or maybe I’ll just have a nicer place to store my shit, when I get around to moving it back against the walls.
It actually looks kind of nice now, just a monolith covered with canvas tarps. Cleaner than it’s been if fifty years, I’m betting. And just for the record, I will not be discussing how many dustpans full of rat poop I swept up today. Not even if you beg.
Okay, time to move to the couch to finish digesting the very excellent Peking Duck we had tonight because we didn’t get to Da Dong in Beijing the last night we were there. Swimming went long, and well, Michael Phelps was slated toward the end of the qualifying heats. China Stix was fabulous, though, and recommended by a friend of ours who hails from Beijing. We figure if that is where her family takes every visiting friend and family member, then it must be good. Phil even ate the tail and sucked on the head a little. I think I have pictures on my phone. If I can stand to do it, I’ll post them here soon. You’ve been warned.













08.24.08 at 09:41 PM |
Rat poop? Ewwww. I have a couple cats you can borrow :)
Cheers!
Jamie
08.25.08 at 04:44 AM |
CONGRATS on the engagement! Sounds like you might be coming up for air for awhile and much deserved. I’m really so happy for you and have enjoyed all I’ve read.
08.25.08 at 10:42 AM |
Hi! my name is Leah. I was curious how you started reviewing books…that is something I am totally interested in doing, I just don’t know how to get started.
If you owuld like to email me, my email is:
Domestic_goddess@mail.com
Thanks!
Leah
08.27.08 at 04:24 PM |
Uh oh…shouldn’t have admitted the free time, madam.
I’m SURE we can get you in for a workout somewhere between 9 and 2:30…muahahahah…=)