this coming weekend
Friday evening I got a call from Law School Brother.
"So. I bought my ticket."
"Great. Where are you going?"
"Atlanta."
"Oh. Cool. When?"
"Next Friday. Staying through Thursday."
"Does this mean you're back from China?"
"Oh. Yeah. Oh - and Mom's coming on Saturday."
"To Atlanta."
"Yeah."
"Fantastic. Thanks for the heads up."
"No problem."
sigh
Mom is expecting to stay at my place, sleeping in the new bed, surrounded by new furniture in the redecorated spare room. Law School Brother will be staying with his gf at her parents' place (maybe I can get back my Spider-Man 2 DVD now) - until Mom leaves; then he is apparently staying with me.
So my schedule for having the spare room habitable has changed from September 1 to this Friday. Fantastic. So not happening.
I got sheets, etc for the new bed on Sunday (just before the Office Depot printer saga) even though Mom insists on bringing a set herself (I called her Friday night). I still don't really have bookcases. I mean, I do, but I want to return them, and I have to do that by Sunday. That'll leave me with nothing since I've dismantled the 1" x 12" planks and cinder blocks that had passed for shelving.
Right now, everything is stacked up around the bed. A built bookcase filled with 350+ CDs, about 75 LPs on the floor wedged between two stereo speakers, crates filled with books and stuff, a couple of random boxes, a filing cabinet, and so on.
I don't have time for this shit. I have to work trivia the next two nights, leaving me only Thursday night to do laundry, clean the apartment (the stovetop is filthy), grocery shop, and oh yeah do something with bookcases and all the crap that goes on them or, you know, not.
Now. What the hell do I do with these people? Falcons game Friday. Mom wants to shoot the Hootch on Sunday, God help me. Trivia Monday night. Maybe I can talk them into Metamorphosis at GaShakes one night if there are still tickets available.
It's going to be a looooong weekend.
"So. I bought my ticket."
"Great. Where are you going?"
"Atlanta."
"Oh. Cool. When?"
"Next Friday. Staying through Thursday."
"Does this mean you're back from China?"
"Oh. Yeah. Oh - and Mom's coming on Saturday."
"To Atlanta."
"Yeah."
"Fantastic. Thanks for the heads up."
"No problem."
sigh
Mom is expecting to stay at my place, sleeping in the new bed, surrounded by new furniture in the redecorated spare room. Law School Brother will be staying with his gf at her parents' place (maybe I can get back my Spider-Man 2 DVD now) - until Mom leaves; then he is apparently staying with me.
So my schedule for having the spare room habitable has changed from September 1 to this Friday. Fantastic. So not happening.
I got sheets, etc for the new bed on Sunday (just before the Office Depot printer saga) even though Mom insists on bringing a set herself (I called her Friday night). I still don't really have bookcases. I mean, I do, but I want to return them, and I have to do that by Sunday. That'll leave me with nothing since I've dismantled the 1" x 12" planks and cinder blocks that had passed for shelving.
Right now, everything is stacked up around the bed. A built bookcase filled with 350+ CDs, about 75 LPs on the floor wedged between two stereo speakers, crates filled with books and stuff, a couple of random boxes, a filing cabinet, and so on.
I don't have time for this shit. I have to work trivia the next two nights, leaving me only Thursday night to do laundry, clean the apartment (the stovetop is filthy), grocery shop, and oh yeah do something with bookcases and all the crap that goes on them or, you know, not.
Now. What the hell do I do with these people? Falcons game Friday. Mom wants to shoot the Hootch on Sunday, God help me. Trivia Monday night. Maybe I can talk them into Metamorphosis at GaShakes one night if there are still tickets available.
It's going to be a looooong weekend.