Archive for September, 2018

To Be Fair, He’s Got A Point

September 14, 2018

I think perfect objectivity is an unrealistic goal; fairness, however, is not.

Michael Pollan

Life Can Be Funny That Way Sometimes

September 13, 2018

Come to think of it, something else the recent work on the house is for me is an opportunity to observe how I currently respond to various stressors such as noise, random schedule changes, delays, etc.

I’d be snarkier about this, but I’ve actually learned some things about myself . . .

And Now You Know

September 12, 2018

So if you’re wondering why I shifted my house around last week, it’s because sometime back in the Jurassic Period a pipe burst inside my kitchen’s wall doing a truly staggering amount of damage to said kitchen.

Fast forward millions and millions of years later, and the insurance company finally stopped dragging their feet and cut us the check they owed us so we could start repairs/necessary remodeling.  I was doing some preliminary rearranging before work started when I dropped those shelves on my foot, in fact, but things didn’t get really serious until last week because that’s when they started working on the floors and that required a lot of shifting.  Not only did I need to have significant garage space clear for their materials, since they have to do so much work in the kitchen (including the floor) anyway, we’re having the floors redone (on our dime) throughout a large chunk of the rest of the house while they’re at it.  I’m trying to view all this as an opportunity to really look at my belongings and determine what is and is not still worth keeping since I’m moving so many of them around anyway, and while it is an opportunity, it’s an opportunity I could have happily had another time (or never, truth be told).

It is what it is, though.

How Are Things Going? Well . . .

September 11, 2018

Last week I learned how to move 2/3rds of my house into the remaining 1/3rd while using 1/2 of my usual number of fully functional feet, so that was unfun . . .

Them’s Fightin’ Words ‘Round Here

September 10, 2018

While L’s Mother and I generally consult with each other on household decisions, if she tells you “I don’t think so,” do yourself a favor and do not then ask if “her husband” is around.

In Part Because The Only “Spring Water” We EVER Have Around Is Just Some Cheap, No-Brand Bottles We Have In Our Hurricane Supplies

September 7, 2018

I didn’t want to say this at the time for fear of undercutting the joke, but today seems like a good day to admit that since I work from home and my son attends virtual school from home, if he called me at work to bring him some spring water because he didn’t like the water at his school, I would assume he was just messing with me.

I’m Old-Fashioned Like That (And Getting Older About It Every Year)

September 6, 2018

I keep seeing all these “Don’t hide who you are!” and “Be yourself!” memes and thinking, “I am being myself.  I’m a private person with flares of outgoing moments when, and only when, I am so inclined.  If I’m not sharing something about myself with others, it’s because I truly don’t consider it any of their damn business.”

Open Necessity, Insert Foot

September 5, 2018

So after two solid days of necessary work, my foot is telling me today is a good day to let it heal some more.

I think I’ll listen to it.

Then I’d Hang Up

September 4, 2018

On one hand I feel like modern parenthood has become too much about “Can you believe what that parent did?”, on the other hand, if my child called me at work asking me if I’d bring them a bottle of spring water because they didn’t like the water at their school, I’d tell them to ask their cockroach father.

Still . . . We Know How They Feel

September 3, 2018

Lala visited us recently.

When it came time for her to leave yesterday, the heavens raged at her departure.

Today the heavens weep still.

The heavens here are really dramatic.