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Back to the rhythym of domestic life.... I was only able to mow half the front yard before the battery charge ran out, and the back yard will require the gas-powered mower to hack down the savannah that has grown there in my absence. Dishes: put away. Cats: fed and petted. Backlog of comics: purchased. 401(k) holdings: reconciled for the last two quarters. My "inbox": processed. Dental appointment: appointed and I got a clean bill of dental health. For the first time ever, the dental assistant used sandpaper to floss my teeth. What's up with THAT? Apparently, it was to deal with some tartar buildup that the pick couldn't get at cleanly. Weird, but effective. I don't recommend it as a general practice.
If it doesn't chuck down raining today, I'll mow the second half of the front lawn. Unfortunately, I think I need to do the weekly grocery shoppping, which means a delay in getting home. At some point, I should make the archery targets for this weekend. I have a couple of ideas, I just need to make the time to do it--I really didn't feel like it this weekend, but somewhere in the back of my head I feel guilty for not having worked on them immediately.
Already, Too Much To Do
I'm in a dilemma. A Household weekend is coming up, and we're hosting it. The shop is a disaster area, and we've got the logjam of the attic needing to be insulated, floored, and ventilated. The logjam is that stuff has shifted from the attic to inside the house, and with all the stuff inside the house, there isn't room to have people. I've complained that we never have visitors, but now we aren't in a position to receive large numbers of visitors, and we are pretty booked up for the foreseeable future. OK. At least the kitchen table is clear so it can be used as a kitchen table instead of a repository for anything we don't feel like putting away immediately. I absolutely *hate* crisis management: "Make a crisis so it can be managed".
In retrospect, I should have been less amenable to agreeing that ealdthryth would do something financial at the fellowship. All of a sudden, her availablity to help on these types of projects just got limited. It isn't huge, but it is still committing her time to other things.
And late last night, ealdthryth complained about the color of our bedroom. "It's too cold". She wants to repaint. ALREADY?!? I painted the room about 5 years ago (while she was out of town so she wouldn't have to endure paint fumes), so this was a shock to me. I was less than agreeable to the idea considering all the other things we have looming on the horizon. My comment was a grouchy, Don't make a big project even bigger, please. I'm willing to entertain the idea of painting the trimwork (it will probably need to be done anyway as a result of replacing baseboards when we get around to reflooring the room), but not the whole thing. Part of the issue is whether we will change the color--which means replacing the linens, and that means additional expense. Potentially, a big expense. Of course, if we consider replacing the bedroom furniture anyway, it may happen as a natural consequence of that. What happened to my fiscally conservative wife? I didn't see a pod anywhere. Maybe it is in the tall weeds behind the house.
I suppose I am grumpy because it is a change. I'm not fundamentally against change--just change I don't feel like I have any influence over.
Ugh. Is it a problem? Probably not, it just feels overwhelming to come home to this, and I'm just venting....mostly. I'm thinking I'll have to break down and ask for some help to get through this.
Grumpy Girl is Grumpy Fu
AElfgifu continues to be a grumpy girl. ealdthryth reports AElf' has been more routinely rude to the other kitties. Even Kiera is no longer spared from AElf's ire. AElf' has taken to scratching at the couch--something she *knows* is naughty--and last night, she was digging at the carpet behind the mail sorting bins. Is this a phase?
I commented that now that her teeth are gone and she can eat her meals more comfortably, she's plumped out to become a normal-sized cat. In short, she is getting all "fat and sassy". I'm happy that she no longer looks like a starving stray kitty, but this bad attitude needs to stop--especially the attempts to slash me when I reach down to pet her. I may have to wrap her up in the T-shirt I wore while mowing the lawn so she thinks we belong to each other....
Clue. Buy One, Please
I keep getting FAX machine trying to call my telephone at the office. After the 5th attempt, you would think that whoever is sending the FAX might actually acquire a clue. I can tell where it is coming from, so I called the person associated to the number and got directed to the admin assistant. Apparently there is some sort of call forwarding going on related to the *removal* of a FAX machine. I told her the offending number, and she'll try to give the sender a clue once she figures out who is obsessively pressing the "Send" button....
If it doesn't chuck down raining today, I'll mow the second half of the front lawn. Unfortunately, I think I need to do the weekly grocery shoppping, which means a delay in getting home. At some point, I should make the archery targets for this weekend. I have a couple of ideas, I just need to make the time to do it--I really didn't feel like it this weekend, but somewhere in the back of my head I feel guilty for not having worked on them immediately.
Already, Too Much To Do
I'm in a dilemma. A Household weekend is coming up, and we're hosting it. The shop is a disaster area, and we've got the logjam of the attic needing to be insulated, floored, and ventilated. The logjam is that stuff has shifted from the attic to inside the house, and with all the stuff inside the house, there isn't room to have people. I've complained that we never have visitors, but now we aren't in a position to receive large numbers of visitors, and we are pretty booked up for the foreseeable future. OK. At least the kitchen table is clear so it can be used as a kitchen table instead of a repository for anything we don't feel like putting away immediately. I absolutely *hate* crisis management: "Make a crisis so it can be managed".
In retrospect, I should have been less amenable to agreeing that ealdthryth would do something financial at the fellowship. All of a sudden, her availablity to help on these types of projects just got limited. It isn't huge, but it is still committing her time to other things.
And late last night, ealdthryth complained about the color of our bedroom. "It's too cold". She wants to repaint. ALREADY?!? I painted the room about 5 years ago (while she was out of town so she wouldn't have to endure paint fumes), so this was a shock to me. I was less than agreeable to the idea considering all the other things we have looming on the horizon. My comment was a grouchy, Don't make a big project even bigger, please. I'm willing to entertain the idea of painting the trimwork (it will probably need to be done anyway as a result of replacing baseboards when we get around to reflooring the room), but not the whole thing. Part of the issue is whether we will change the color--which means replacing the linens, and that means additional expense. Potentially, a big expense. Of course, if we consider replacing the bedroom furniture anyway, it may happen as a natural consequence of that. What happened to my fiscally conservative wife? I didn't see a pod anywhere. Maybe it is in the tall weeds behind the house.
I suppose I am grumpy because it is a change. I'm not fundamentally against change--just change I don't feel like I have any influence over.
Ugh. Is it a problem? Probably not, it just feels overwhelming to come home to this, and I'm just venting....mostly. I'm thinking I'll have to break down and ask for some help to get through this.
Grumpy Girl is Grumpy Fu
AElfgifu continues to be a grumpy girl. ealdthryth reports AElf' has been more routinely rude to the other kitties. Even Kiera is no longer spared from AElf's ire. AElf' has taken to scratching at the couch--something she *knows* is naughty--and last night, she was digging at the carpet behind the mail sorting bins. Is this a phase?
I commented that now that her teeth are gone and she can eat her meals more comfortably, she's plumped out to become a normal-sized cat. In short, she is getting all "fat and sassy". I'm happy that she no longer looks like a starving stray kitty, but this bad attitude needs to stop--especially the attempts to slash me when I reach down to pet her. I may have to wrap her up in the T-shirt I wore while mowing the lawn so she thinks we belong to each other....
Clue. Buy One, Please
I keep getting FAX machine trying to call my telephone at the office. After the 5th attempt, you would think that whoever is sending the FAX might actually acquire a clue. I can tell where it is coming from, so I called the person associated to the number and got directed to the admin assistant. Apparently there is some sort of call forwarding going on related to the *removal* of a FAX machine. I told her the offending number, and she'll try to give the sender a clue once she figures out who is obsessively pressing the "Send" button....