I really should carry a Tide To Go Instant Stain Remover
Category: Daily Life
Ramblings, often stream of conscious, journaling the events of my life.
Saturday
I posed a question on Facebook today:
Oh my. Program? Cut the grass? Clean the house? Read a book? Run some new pipe? Build a wall? Upgrade the electrical wiring to 12-2? Install a panic button? Wash the wife’s car? Marinate some steaks? Repair the garage door? Clean the driveway? Finish hole 2 of the minigolf? Built a fort for Evan? Paint? Install flooring in the basement?
Thus far, my day has been:
- Wake at 5:30 to drive son to work.
- Wake at 6:30 to drive son to scouting event.
- 7-8am Help scouts pack van to Shining Rock
- 8-9am Visit with a friend
- 9-noon Internet. Some client work. Putz. Pick son up from work. Prepare garage for work on the garage door. And marinate steaks!
- Noon – 12:40pm Repair garage door.
- 2-4 errands with wife including Agrifeed for rats, pig ears, and cat toys, Target, and Sears.
Now to see about a garage door repair.
Update: 12:40pm Garage door repair complete.
To My Children
Don’t discount the wisdom of those who came before you.
Kitchen Remodel Plans Beginning
New appliances? Yes!
I love headlines
A headline from HuffPo today: "Photojournalist Gang-Raped In Mumbai: Police"
My first thought was that it needed an addition: "Incident well documented."
Understanding Doug
I’ll own this.
Me
I hate
The Office
It’s been 3.75 years since I gave up my desk in the basement of my house. From time to time, I wonder why.
From the mouths of babes
Evan, 8 years old holding 3 week old kitten: "You know how they say they always land on their feet?"
Mom: "NO! Don’t drop the kitty!"
Watchful neighbors
Yesterday our very active neighborhood watch, which sends an email when an unfamiliar face walks down the street, was completely silent as a tow truck maneuvered around our parked cars to drag off two clunkers from our lot. Instead of calling to ask if this was expected, left over 4th of July party favors exploded among the exuberant cheers of our rejoicing neighbors who did not care if the cars were being stolen by metal scrapers or legitimately being removed by a car dealer. Thanks guys!
From the mouths of babes
17 year old: "How many miles does the Jeep get on a tank of gas?"
Me: "About 228 before I get nervous."
Son: sends picture of gas gauge pointing to the red just above E and replies, "I can make it to school."
It’s time to hide an empty one gallon container and a $20 bill in the Jeep. Nothing teaches one to respect the inaccuracies of a gas gauge quite like having to walk for gas.
Political correctness has gone way too far
I take you back to 1939 when people had backbones and priorities and our society made progress because we weren’t hampered by political correctness.
From the mouths of babes
17 year old: "The Jeep is partially in the grass and won’t move."
Me: "You mean it’s broken or stuck in the mud?"
Son: "Stuck."
Me: "Have you tried four wheel drive?"
Son: "Oh."
What happened this weekend?
The weekend began with a visit to a client’s office where we accomplished none of her goals but an hour later had a plan. Relatives were visiting so family took priority which ultimately meant Chuck E Cheese and sushi with Froyoz for dessert. Then there was massive cleaning, throwing away of things, Goodwilling piles, and room moves. The house is gaining a new sense of order despite the current disarray. I can once again enter my garage! Things are only getting better.
Back to School
Today is the first day of school for many Tennessee students. It’s a special kind of hell where you have to wake up early, walk around the house like zombies, and still arrive at work far later than desired. I had just attuned my body to getting to work between 7am and 7:30am.
This year we return to having a child in elementary, a child in middle, a child in high school, and a child in college. It’s not quite the same as the year we had 5 children in 5 schools and only had 1 working vehicle. But this is close.
Please drive safely particularly in school zones. The children are out. Those few seconds you save by speeding are not worth the lives you risk.
