I’m busy not eating anything in preparation for my colonoscopy (although I haven’t yet begun the Prep of the prep, thank god) so instead I’m getting stuff done. Getting ready to paint 80% of the house interior. Why did the previous owners have such passion for heavy brown tones? Olive. Hot latte. Tobacco. Other stuff? … More Forget all that — here is a dog.
She’s, uh, old.
TIL Today I learned (again) that the reason I hate cleaning is because it pretends to be a finite thing and it totally isn’t. Sweep the floor? Why bother, I”ll just have to sweep it tomorrow. Ditto vacuuming, dusting (DUSTING THE HELL THAT IS DUSTING), dishes, laundry. My pertinent example, due to winter’s dog paws, … More TIL I Need Sugar
INVOLVED I applied to be an election judge. Not sure how that’ll work out, unless I’ve figured out respite care/babysitter candidates for E by then. But I’m looking forward to making it work. HOME We are closing in to closing day. Every night (or morning, I guess) at three a.m., when a fucking train rattles past the … More Sections Sections Sections
Dilemma A and I made a pact that we wouldn’t buy any books this year. And then we cried a lot, and apologized to each other and to the lonely books on our shelves, and we compromised to June. But then I got distracted with moving and packing. Suddenly all our books are boxed up … More YOU DON’T HAVE ANY MONEY
MOVING PACKING TRUCKING WHATEVERING We have many boxes in the house right now, and are getting less picky about where we pack and put them, since it looks as though our showing/prettifying is over until closing. (Fingers crossed, of course. Contracts fall through all the time, and the house-buying process here is heavily weighted toward the … More Stressballhead, part one
This too shall something-something Big win of the week: Baby E. is no longer crying during the majority of his diaper changes. He has calmed down considerably, and seems to have finally realized what a fascinating world surrounds him, showing a particular preference for sunlight and reflective thingies. Also, he naps! He sleeps for six-plus hours … More Damn it. It IS getting better.
We might get to bring our baby home this weekend. Get ready, big sister: Pup on the couch, South Dakota, Winter 2014.
She’s not a puppy anymore, but so what?