Thursday, February 26, 2004
Lights High and Low
Ow.
I was carrying in a bit of furniture we bought at an auction which has been patiently waiting for a spot to open up for it in The Living Room of Doom since...last August? Oh dear. It's a combo footstool/storage box, very nifty 50s/60s. It's not that heavy, so I was sort of carrying it on one shoulder to negotiate the turn at the foyer and miss the coatrack--
--and I got it at the wrong angle, making the lid fall open. While trying not to drop the whole thing, my left thumbnail got caught somehow and about the top third of it got folded back. Which hurt. And almost made me drop the whole thing again. But as luck would have it, Mike was right there handy and kept it from falling. With his head....
Again with the ow, but moreso.
Why does this sort of project always look so easy on Queer Eye for the Straight Guy?
Also in the low light department, I am kind of sore from hauling a bunch of stuff, mainly Mike's toys, out to one of the sheds. This is because Mike, who has been having episodes of less than ideal behavior lately, went far above and beyond yesterday and pretty much pissed off everyone in his immediate circle of family and friendly professionals.
We aren't sure what exactly is behind this. Could be let down from all the excitement leading up to his party. Could be early onset 'end of the school year burnout'. My personal pick is that it's a little heads up of puberty looming on the horizon. But for whatever reason, we've been enjoying quite a bit of "Hello, I'm Michael, and I'll be your ghastly heathen demon child tonight--AND EVERY NIGHT! AND MORNING! AND IN BETWEEN!" It's getting a little...tedious.
Anyway, yesterday Mike went WAY WAY over the line. Badly enough that he lost EVERYTHING, temporarily. No TV, computer, toys...nada, zip, zero. He now has to earn back his privileges and material goods through good behavior.
But it's a high light that he is accepting this with pretty good grace. Today he vacuumed all the spots opened up from the Exodus of the Toys, which got him TV privileges back. We're getting Extra Sweet Attentive Mike right now, which is pretty DARN sweet.
Mini highlights: I found many long lost things today. My Valentine Pinky and the Brain figures. My chipped Swanee goldfish vase. The Commemorative Quarters book. And much more. Plus I had unusual pink turkey soup for lunch.
(Short explanation--boiled down leftover turkey breast, onion, mushrooms. Thought I still had a can of chicken broth, but no. Substituted Cream of Chicken. Worried that was too "carby" so added can of diced tomatoes to lower the average. Turned it a yummy peach color!)
OK, got to stop for now so Mike and I can look up Roger Williams. Sadly the Rhode Island guy, not the songwriter.
I was carrying in a bit of furniture we bought at an auction which has been patiently waiting for a spot to open up for it in The Living Room of Doom since...last August? Oh dear. It's a combo footstool/storage box, very nifty 50s/60s. It's not that heavy, so I was sort of carrying it on one shoulder to negotiate the turn at the foyer and miss the coatrack--
--and I got it at the wrong angle, making the lid fall open. While trying not to drop the whole thing, my left thumbnail got caught somehow and about the top third of it got folded back. Which hurt. And almost made me drop the whole thing again. But as luck would have it, Mike was right there handy and kept it from falling. With his head....
Again with the ow, but moreso.
Why does this sort of project always look so easy on Queer Eye for the Straight Guy?
Also in the low light department, I am kind of sore from hauling a bunch of stuff, mainly Mike's toys, out to one of the sheds. This is because Mike, who has been having episodes of less than ideal behavior lately, went far above and beyond yesterday and pretty much pissed off everyone in his immediate circle of family and friendly professionals.
We aren't sure what exactly is behind this. Could be let down from all the excitement leading up to his party. Could be early onset 'end of the school year burnout'. My personal pick is that it's a little heads up of puberty looming on the horizon. But for whatever reason, we've been enjoying quite a bit of "Hello, I'm Michael, and I'll be your ghastly heathen demon child tonight--AND EVERY NIGHT! AND MORNING! AND IN BETWEEN!" It's getting a little...tedious.
Anyway, yesterday Mike went WAY WAY over the line. Badly enough that he lost EVERYTHING, temporarily. No TV, computer, toys...nada, zip, zero. He now has to earn back his privileges and material goods through good behavior.
But it's a high light that he is accepting this with pretty good grace. Today he vacuumed all the spots opened up from the Exodus of the Toys, which got him TV privileges back. We're getting Extra Sweet Attentive Mike right now, which is pretty DARN sweet.
Mini highlights: I found many long lost things today. My Valentine Pinky and the Brain figures. My chipped Swanee goldfish vase. The Commemorative Quarters book. And much more. Plus I had unusual pink turkey soup for lunch.
(Short explanation--boiled down leftover turkey breast, onion, mushrooms. Thought I still had a can of chicken broth, but no. Substituted Cream of Chicken. Worried that was too "carby" so added can of diced tomatoes to lower the average. Turned it a yummy peach color!)
OK, got to stop for now so Mike and I can look up Roger Williams. Sadly the Rhode Island guy, not the songwriter.
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