goal: in bed by ten
Busy day 'round here. I got up with the boys and dropped them off at their respective schools, then came home and called the hair place I go to about once a year to see if anyone was available to whack mine off. I really like the way my hair looks now, and I may have to switch over to this girl. I'm thrilled not to have to rebraid my hair every hour at work. I got some amusement out of the new 'do when I went to pick up the Dude from preschool - after lunch, all the kids lie down on their little mats for naptime and he insists on lying down too, even when he's being picked up after a half-day. I walked in and stood over him, and he stared at me (upside down) like, "Hi, you look friendly..." then the lights came on and he said, "Mommy!" J is obviously in training for adulthood, because he didn't even notice. He was funny tonight - he went to bed with a huge plastic lobster. Don't ask me why, because it doesn't seem like a very snuggly bedmate.
After I picked up the Dude, we drove up to Agee's to get a new seat post and seat for my bike. Both our bike's seats disappeared from our garage sometime over the last year. Nothing else, which is odd, so I suspect it was young teenagers just getting started on their lives of crime. I picked up the post and seat, then headed to my folks'. See, I needed some grease to put on the post and while there's none at our house, I knew there would be some there. In his shop, my dad has: the canceled checks for the car he bought in 1963, my mother's engagement ring, and my sister's adoption (they gave her that one); the for-sale signs for every vehicle they've sold, some with taped-over amounts; lost-cat signs for one the family pets, which died in 1989 and 2001 (hard to tell which one he was talking about by the description); and shop-type materials running back to the 1950's. It took me a while to find the grease, as I could not rely on descriptive, flashy packaging from anytime in the last two decades. Eventually I found the "goo" shelf and was able to properly prepare my post (har). My dad's shop drives my mother NUTS.
At ten after eight, our doorbell rang. Those magazine-sales companies that hire young city kids to shill magazines door-to-door love our neighborhood. So do all the door-to-door gutter/roof/yard guys. I don't mind the guys coming up during the day to ask about the gutters, seeing as they have trees growing in them, but everyone else? GO AWAY. Lowe's doesn't carry "no soliciting" signs, but as soon as I can remember I'm going to stop at Pleasant's. They have everything. Actually, they're kind of the hardware-store version of my father's shop. I wonder if he has one somewhere?
After I picked up the Dude, we drove up to Agee's to get a new seat post and seat for my bike. Both our bike's seats disappeared from our garage sometime over the last year. Nothing else, which is odd, so I suspect it was young teenagers just getting started on their lives of crime. I picked up the post and seat, then headed to my folks'. See, I needed some grease to put on the post and while there's none at our house, I knew there would be some there. In his shop, my dad has: the canceled checks for the car he bought in 1963, my mother's engagement ring, and my sister's adoption (they gave her that one); the for-sale signs for every vehicle they've sold, some with taped-over amounts; lost-cat signs for one the family pets, which died in 1989 and 2001 (hard to tell which one he was talking about by the description); and shop-type materials running back to the 1950's. It took me a while to find the grease, as I could not rely on descriptive, flashy packaging from anytime in the last two decades. Eventually I found the "goo" shelf and was able to properly prepare my post (har). My dad's shop drives my mother NUTS.
At ten after eight, our doorbell rang. Those magazine-sales companies that hire young city kids to shill magazines door-to-door love our neighborhood. So do all the door-to-door gutter/roof/yard guys. I don't mind the guys coming up during the day to ask about the gutters, seeing as they have trees growing in them, but everyone else? GO AWAY. Lowe's doesn't carry "no soliciting" signs, but as soon as I can remember I'm going to stop at Pleasant's. They have everything. Actually, they're kind of the hardware-store version of my father's shop. I wonder if he has one somewhere?