We’ve been having connectivity problems with the digital cable. Either the modem works or the tv works. I’ve been a week without being able to watch tv. We’re in crisis mode.
This morning the better-half got the modem working and had moved on to fix the futon. He was undoing some bolts when I walked in the room. Here’s our exchange:
Him: I’d like to try something new.
Me: Have sex with a dog?
Him: I already get to do that a lot.
Me: Hardy Har Har.
Yesterday afternoon a friend of mine picked up a piece of furniture that we didn’t want or have room for in the new dining room. With the piece of furniture taking up so much room in her van, I got to transport her youngest son.
Since it was a warm day I had the moon roof open and I have yet to meet a kid who doesn’t love the roof being open. He asked me to roll down the back windows so he could enjoy as much wind as possible. As we drove towards the interstate he was pretty chatty telling me to kick in the afterburners. All of a sudden he was silent. I looked into the backseat and he was sound asleep.
Even though I was really tired last night when I got into bed, I wished for the ability to fall asleep like that. I could do without the whole slouching way over that kids do when they fall asleep in the backseat but the ability to fall asleep that quickly would be killer.
My interview went well. Of the four members of the interview panel, I knew two of them. The exercise for the writing sample made me laugh. I put together a simple but easy instruction sheet based on the guidelines. We’ll see how it goes.
On other news, the weather is about to break and no matter what all the king’s horses and all the king’s men do, they won’t be able to put it back together. While this little taste of Spring has been nice, I can’t say that I’m sad that tomorrow night we’re back in the 20s. It is January. It is supposed to be cold.
Yesterday’s entry was number 666. I could feel the horns budding out of my forehead last night when I went to bed. Heh.
Tomorrow I have an interview with a local organization to discuss curriculum development. I’m a little freaked that it is a panel interivew and that I’ll have to provide a writing sample on the spot. I did some research today and found a newsletter from September on their website. In that newsletter I found a number of errors…simple things like missing words. I’m feeling a little better about that writing sample now.
Today we had to clean the old house pretty quickly because we have two showings scheduled. I hope an empty house is a house that sells because a full house certainly did not.
While going back outside to get the mail (at the new house), I noticed someone taking a walk down the street. Calculating the distance he had to travel and I had to travel, I deduced that I would be at my mailbox while he was still passing our driveway. I went to the car instead and grabbed my sweatshirt and the fiddled around with whatever crap was in the front seat until I could tell he was too far away to want to speak to me. Ahhh, starting off right in the neighborhood. Disclaimer: totally changing plans to avoid speaking to new neighbors is one thing. Outright ignoring a wave by a new neighbor is another thing entirely.
I’m having a whole JohnBoy Walton moment right now. The laptop is set up in front of one of the dormer windows and I can completely check out what’s going on on the street. (Ok, I know JohnBoy didn’t look out at the street but he did sit in front of the window and write.) Some middle-aged dude just jogged by and has already returned but was walking this time-actually he just walked by again–who knows where he lives–maybe he doesn’t know either. He took a good long look at our house. I think we should put up a sign out front that says: “Yes, We Finally Moved In. Move Along. Nothing To See Here”.
All moved in save for a few tools and some items that need to find a home elsewhere. Sleeping in the new house wasn’t a problem since we were exhausted. We have no window treatments in the bedroom but as morning brought clouds we didn’t get up at the crack, thankfully.
Late yesterday afternoon the better-half and I went to the grocery store to get our weekly shopping done. The bonus portion of the trip occurred while we were checking out. The action took place in the line next to us. A woman tried to pay for her groceries with a starter check. The store, naturally, wouldn’t let her pay for the groceries with the starter check. Can you imagine! What kind of place is this that won’t accept a starter check? The horrors! The wailing. The gnashing of teeth. The rending of clothes. Whatever, lady, everyone knows starter checks are a really easy way to steal from the sucker businesses that accept those checks.
She told everyone within earshot that her account had $8,000 dollars in it and couldn’t they just call the bank? It is a local bank, after all. I think her credit card was denied as well. At that point, I would have meekly scampered out of the store faster than fast and hid my face in shame. But, oh, no. The wailing continued but the store did not budge. She finally left without her cart of groceries.
Our appliances were delivered today and I’m feeling all shiny and new myself. The refrigerator has been festooned with our favorite magnets and a very nice watercolor from that up and coming artist, The Niece. I actually greeted the magnets as I pulled them out of their box. We’ve been separated for months now since the old house has been on the market and we’re living like Spartans over there.
Speaking of which, there will be no more living over there as of Monday. I’m sad to say adios to the old house but more than ready to move into the new one.
The other day the better-half and I were out and about and I noticed the marquee at the local Jiffy Lube had these words of wisdom for us all: “Time to Winterize Your Colon”.
Indeed. Winterize Now.
