I kept waking up last night. There was this darn train effect going on and on. Somewhere in my mind, I knew it was the wind. But it was so loud. Constant noise. Another part of my brain, kept waking me up with ‘what ifs’. Like what if one of those lovely trees you insisted upon keeping, does you the favor of falling on the house? What if a big branch lands on the truck? What if the recycle bin your SO insisted wouldn’t blow away is in the next state by now?
Thoughts are things you say to yourself in your head. Ever try to explain that concept to a little kid after they’ve blurted out something really embarrassing?
The other day we were sitting in a restaurant, just minding our own business. A little one, using his outdoor voice, wondered why Dad was putting weed killer on the dog.
There is the friend who spams me with jokes. She counts that as keeping in touch. Then my SO wonders why I don’t call her to go out and do things…
The librarian who couldn’t be more pleasant and helpful. I like that she likes here job enough to care.
The sister of a friend, who when you have a conversation with her, gives you her undivided attention. She really listens, enough that she remembers it the next time you talk.
The guy who’s beard has taken over his face, but some how makes you feel that you are the most interesting creature he’s come across in a long time. But yet seems puzzled when young girls behind the counter give him extra food and a giggle.
Ciao
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
Thoughts of an Old Fart 