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How come my projects are 1 person projects and anything my SO does seems to be 2 people projects? I love when he’s not around for a few hours. I get so much done. None of the “hey do you know where this is?” or “I put it here, what did you do with it?”. Argh!
Yesterday was clean-out-the-garage day. I guess I made such a stink about how he looks at a weekend and thinks about all the things he can do away from the house, that when Sunday rolled around, he was determined to ‘help’ me clean out the garage.
I had one simple goal: move everything in the garage and sweep it out. Shouldn’t take that long, it’s not that big of a garage and unlike most of our friends, we actually park in our’s.
With his ‘help’, it took 6 hours. I had to kick him out to go talk to the neighbor for a bit, just to get a breather. He wanted to think about where things should go (the other side of the garage). He wanted to put up shelves (which we don’t have). He wanted to sort things (which we already have). But mostly he wanted to search for holes. It was like having a 5 year old boy wandering around looking for things to get in to.
After several hours of moving things, scrubbing things, and throwing things in the back of the truck, I was almost done. I brought the shredder up from the basement and started creating piles of little pieces of paper. He went in search of things to shred. Sigh… The shredder gave up twice due to overheating…
Finally, I had enough, bagged the shreds, the garbage, and gave one final sweep, sweeping him out of the garage and closed the doors.
I’m exhausted from his ‘help’.
Ciao
My friend had Cancer. Had being the operative word there. They think they got it all. She’s recovering nicely and only needs to go back for annual checkups.
I cried when I found out.
Ciao
Our guests just left. It got pretty quiet. We saw a movie, went to dinner, and watched basketball in the basement. No pinball this time around. We went to brunch and listened to a jazz trio playing some very nice tunes. The temperature gauge fell off the house and now says it is delightful 77 degrees, which is kinda funny, cause its really more like 34 degrees. We had snow on the ground and it was not melting. So much for that little toy. Lasted a whole 3 months.
The hawks were out. I say ‘hawks’ cause I’ve seen a red shouldered hawk and my SO has seen the red-tailed hawk. We have both. Right now it’s mating season and one of ’em is shouting his fool head off. The great horned owl was out last night. When it calls, it’s so clear and loud you almost want to look under your bed for a tape recorder. I’ve seen tons of robins and birds are all over the place. I really really hope that Spring weather is on its way. I am so over winter. Can’t seem to adjust to the daylight savings time change either.
Monday is C day.
Ciao
I’ve been a little remiss in my thoughts lately. It’s not that I’m not having any, its more attempting to get them out on paper. Someone I know has had major surgery and possibly has the C word. They found a tumor so large that it was just easier to remove a kidney than do anything else.
I’ve been a bit bemused from people’s reactions to the dreaded C-word. Cancer isn’t something you catch. Its something that happens and if gotten to early is something you can recover from. It’s the lump in the breast, the ache in the back, the headaches that wont go away. But when it sneaks up on you, its the most dreaded. Go into the hospital because you’re short of breath and shazaam lung cancer.
When people hear about it, they immediately personalize it. What if it was me? What did the person notice? Did they feel ill? What are their symptoms? How did they discover it? Is it treatable? What if it was me?
Some people can’t even say the word Cancer without freaking. One of my friend’s husband actually asked me not to discuss it with his wife. He said every time she hears about someone with Cancer, he has a very bad night. She seems to have a morbid fascination with Cancer and those who get it. She pulls each story out of the victim and ghoulishly glories in the details.
The older I get the more I realize that every single person is profoundly different in their heads. Mine included.
In a week, we will know.
Ciao
Thoughts of an Old Fart 