Restful days
After rolling out of bed and waking up my sleeping computer to check my email, I danced a happy jig at the news sent to me: I can get in on this week's milk order! Yay!
Today was a restful day. Steve whipped out his saxophone after a year or more of neglecting it, found the sheet music for "I Wanna Be Like You" from Disney's The Jungle Book online, and started playing/improvising a fun diddy. In the evening, we fumigated the apartment to treat it for fleas since management will only treat for ants and roaches. The fields around our home where Trinity does most of her "doggy business" were starting to get saturated with fleas, and it was inevitable that she'd eventually bring them inside with her. We complained to management about the flea-infested lawns, and they said they'd do something about it within the next month. So, in the meantime we've been treating Trinity and Armstrong to weekly flea baths and monthly fatty-tissue flea-repellent doses, but that hasn't kept the fleas from hopping into our apartment and into our bed. Yesterday I woke up with four new flea bites on my legs and decided enough was enough. It was time to pull out the big guns, even if it meant I breathed toxic air. So, we set the flea bombs and walked out the door at 6:10 pm. We had to stay gone for a couple of hours, so we made our way to Taco Cabana, Grape Vine Market, and Heroes and Legacies. Then we came home, opened the place up to let it air out, and took a leisurely evening stroll with Isaac and the mosquitoes. He's finally in bed asleep, and I'm at the computer wondering how we're going to spend tomorrow. We've batted around a couple of ideas, and our indecision may cost us the chance to do any of them. One idea is taking a drive up to my grandparents' place in Brownwood, returning their welder, and just hanging out for a bit. Another idea is to hook up with our friends Jason and Sara Morris who are visiting "home" for a furlough from missionary work in China. Their daughter, Adah, is two or three months older than Isaac and we've never met her although the pictures of her we've seen are just as adorable as can be. Our third idea was squashed only this evening, as the MacDonalds had just made plans without us this morning. So, who knows what tomorrow will bring?
In the meantime, I'm tired and thinking about the chilled, raw cookie dough waiting for me in the refrigerator.
Today was a restful day. Steve whipped out his saxophone after a year or more of neglecting it, found the sheet music for "I Wanna Be Like You" from Disney's The Jungle Book online, and started playing/improvising a fun diddy. In the evening, we fumigated the apartment to treat it for fleas since management will only treat for ants and roaches. The fields around our home where Trinity does most of her "doggy business" were starting to get saturated with fleas, and it was inevitable that she'd eventually bring them inside with her. We complained to management about the flea-infested lawns, and they said they'd do something about it within the next month. So, in the meantime we've been treating Trinity and Armstrong to weekly flea baths and monthly fatty-tissue flea-repellent doses, but that hasn't kept the fleas from hopping into our apartment and into our bed. Yesterday I woke up with four new flea bites on my legs and decided enough was enough. It was time to pull out the big guns, even if it meant I breathed toxic air. So, we set the flea bombs and walked out the door at 6:10 pm. We had to stay gone for a couple of hours, so we made our way to Taco Cabana, Grape Vine Market, and Heroes and Legacies. Then we came home, opened the place up to let it air out, and took a leisurely evening stroll with Isaac and the mosquitoes. He's finally in bed asleep, and I'm at the computer wondering how we're going to spend tomorrow. We've batted around a couple of ideas, and our indecision may cost us the chance to do any of them. One idea is taking a drive up to my grandparents' place in Brownwood, returning their welder, and just hanging out for a bit. Another idea is to hook up with our friends Jason and Sara Morris who are visiting "home" for a furlough from missionary work in China. Their daughter, Adah, is two or three months older than Isaac and we've never met her although the pictures of her we've seen are just as adorable as can be. Our third idea was squashed only this evening, as the MacDonalds had just made plans without us this morning. So, who knows what tomorrow will bring?
In the meantime, I'm tired and thinking about the chilled, raw cookie dough waiting for me in the refrigerator.