Friday, October 29, 2004
Wednesday Roller Coaster
Hmm, I see I haven't posted anything non-linky since last Friday. Well, we can fix THAT!
Sadly, most of whatever it was I did this past week was so stunningly boring I can't remember it.
Yesterday (Wednesday) made up for it by being a regular roller coaster of fun and Not. We got up extra early, (bleargh!) because our state candidate for the Senate was coming to town, and we thought a good turn-out of the local Dems was the least we could do. I asked Mike if he wanted to come along, and he said yes, especially since it involved a special breakfast out.
Mike took this picture himself!
Lucky we brought the camera, because the lazy ol' Lamar Daily Snooze didn't bother to show up. So I took a few snaps, plus one for Mike's growing collection of him posing with politicians. Damaris made the save of the day, though. She was heading back home to change for work as the rest of us (minus Caro and Mike, who were off to school) entouraged after Ken Salazar, who had a radio interview. As she turned on her van's radio, she heard the announcers mention Ken was on the way, and one joked, "If he's any kind of candidate, he'll bring doughnuts!" So she yelled and honked until she got my attention. The group was still in the doughnut shop, so I passed the message to one of his staffers, and that very splendid and worthwhile fellow coughed up for a dozen doughtnuts for DJs. And that, my friends, is how important and necessary volunteers are to the political process!
All of that, pretty much an up.
Back at home, I tweaked up the pics, forced my sulky CD drive to deign to copy them to a disk, then drove back into town. After dropping them off IN PERSON at the newspaper, so they couldn't pretend they never got them, I stopped by the Credit Union, in order to delve into the mystery of why on earth they were sending me bouncing check notices, as though we had no money in the account or something!
Back at home AGAIN with a print out of our account activity, I was chagrined to see that in all the hustle and bustle the October fairy has brought so far, I had not only failed to note several debit card transactions, but I had also optimistically entered the deposit of a birthday check from my mum twice. Ooopsy. Big Downturn of Attitude.
We are expecting another cold snap sometime this week, so I decided it was definitely time to round up the fish herd and move them to winter pasture. That would be the 55 gallon tank at Damaris and Nigel's home, which was currently unpopulated after their move (and the tragic fish-tastrophy where all fins perished, including their dear lamented algae eater 'Sucks-to-be-you').
With Mike's help, I got all the goldfish and most of the snails transferred into a 5 gallon bucket. I tried to put in as little water as I thought would still sustain life for 10 rather large individuals of the carp and koi persuasion. Mike steadied it between his legs as he headed out, and I TRIED to take the bumps and turns gently. But Dreamcloud just isn't a perch-wagon. I have to say, Mike took it pretty well. He didn't gripe me out at all, just repeatedly said, "SLOWLY! Slow DOWN!" and gave me a few Looks. Mainly when he had to lift his feet up to the dashboard to let the water pour back out of his shoes....
The fish looked great in the big tank (pics to come) and seemed to be happy, so on the whole I was feeling pretty up again.
Wednesday had started out very foggy, but turned warm and bright by noon. Breezy, too, but the breeze was oddly warm, even after sunset. Mike stayed outside playing in the light of the full moon right up until time to get ready for bed, drawing chalk railroads for his wooden trains, and occasionally looking through the binoculars with me at the steadily progressing eclipse. Which was very cool looking. That part of the evening was just nice.
But then!
Mike has a tendency to both dawdle at bedtime, and FIDDLE with things when he is busy dawdling. After sending him in to shower, and not hearing any water start for a good long while, I went to check.
*drumroll of Doom*
For reasons that no doubt seemed sane and sensible to Our Boy, he had tried to hang a flyswatter from the shower head fixture. This somehow caused a very necessary flange to fall off AND somehow raised a sliver of metal in the hole that the connecting bolt runs through. Now, Tab A utterly refused to fit into Slot B.
I was so very very very Not Happy.
So there was a bit of a fluff-up, and for a time, it looked like Mr. Mike was NOT going to get to attend the Trick or Treat Street at the local nursing home Friday night. But I thought of an alternate plan, and today he cheerfully washed the dishes and did a few other chores for free, to make up for the extra time I had to spend fixing the darn shower. (Which I did manage to do, eventually. Me and my Hammer are good at household stuff!)
So today, in between this and that, I have been crafting a giraffe costume.
Oh, yes...there WILL be pictures!
ETA: I tried to post this last night, but Centurytel, our ISP, was having connection convulsions, and I gave up after an hour. I am now up at this ghastly hour because it is Crazy Hair Day at Mike's school, and my expertise was required in slathering him with hair goo and glitter. I didn't totally mind waking up from dreaming of a concert where Keith Richards, Dick Cheney and Pee Wee Herman were performing fake stage fights. Y'know, that Keith Richards is pretty agile for an old geezer!
Sadly, most of whatever it was I did this past week was so stunningly boring I can't remember it.
Yesterday (Wednesday) made up for it by being a regular roller coaster of fun and Not. We got up extra early, (bleargh!) because our state candidate for the Senate was coming to town, and we thought a good turn-out of the local Dems was the least we could do. I asked Mike if he wanted to come along, and he said yes, especially since it involved a special breakfast out.
Mike took this picture himself!
Lucky we brought the camera, because the lazy ol' Lamar Daily Snooze didn't bother to show up. So I took a few snaps, plus one for Mike's growing collection of him posing with politicians. Damaris made the save of the day, though. She was heading back home to change for work as the rest of us (minus Caro and Mike, who were off to school) entouraged after Ken Salazar, who had a radio interview. As she turned on her van's radio, she heard the announcers mention Ken was on the way, and one joked, "If he's any kind of candidate, he'll bring doughnuts!" So she yelled and honked until she got my attention. The group was still in the doughnut shop, so I passed the message to one of his staffers, and that very splendid and worthwhile fellow coughed up for a dozen doughtnuts for DJs. And that, my friends, is how important and necessary volunteers are to the political process!
All of that, pretty much an up.
Back at home, I tweaked up the pics, forced my sulky CD drive to deign to copy them to a disk, then drove back into town. After dropping them off IN PERSON at the newspaper, so they couldn't pretend they never got them, I stopped by the Credit Union, in order to delve into the mystery of why on earth they were sending me bouncing check notices, as though we had no money in the account or something!
Back at home AGAIN with a print out of our account activity, I was chagrined to see that in all the hustle and bustle the October fairy has brought so far, I had not only failed to note several debit card transactions, but I had also optimistically entered the deposit of a birthday check from my mum twice. Ooopsy. Big Downturn of Attitude.
We are expecting another cold snap sometime this week, so I decided it was definitely time to round up the fish herd and move them to winter pasture. That would be the 55 gallon tank at Damaris and Nigel's home, which was currently unpopulated after their move (and the tragic fish-tastrophy where all fins perished, including their dear lamented algae eater 'Sucks-to-be-you').
With Mike's help, I got all the goldfish and most of the snails transferred into a 5 gallon bucket. I tried to put in as little water as I thought would still sustain life for 10 rather large individuals of the carp and koi persuasion. Mike steadied it between his legs as he headed out, and I TRIED to take the bumps and turns gently. But Dreamcloud just isn't a perch-wagon. I have to say, Mike took it pretty well. He didn't gripe me out at all, just repeatedly said, "SLOWLY! Slow DOWN!" and gave me a few Looks. Mainly when he had to lift his feet up to the dashboard to let the water pour back out of his shoes....
The fish looked great in the big tank (pics to come) and seemed to be happy, so on the whole I was feeling pretty up again.
Wednesday had started out very foggy, but turned warm and bright by noon. Breezy, too, but the breeze was oddly warm, even after sunset. Mike stayed outside playing in the light of the full moon right up until time to get ready for bed, drawing chalk railroads for his wooden trains, and occasionally looking through the binoculars with me at the steadily progressing eclipse. Which was very cool looking. That part of the evening was just nice.
But then!
Mike has a tendency to both dawdle at bedtime, and FIDDLE with things when he is busy dawdling. After sending him in to shower, and not hearing any water start for a good long while, I went to check.
*drumroll of Doom*
For reasons that no doubt seemed sane and sensible to Our Boy, he had tried to hang a flyswatter from the shower head fixture. This somehow caused a very necessary flange to fall off AND somehow raised a sliver of metal in the hole that the connecting bolt runs through. Now, Tab A utterly refused to fit into Slot B.
I was so very very very Not Happy.
So there was a bit of a fluff-up, and for a time, it looked like Mr. Mike was NOT going to get to attend the Trick or Treat Street at the local nursing home Friday night. But I thought of an alternate plan, and today he cheerfully washed the dishes and did a few other chores for free, to make up for the extra time I had to spend fixing the darn shower. (Which I did manage to do, eventually. Me and my Hammer are good at household stuff!)
So today, in between this and that, I have been crafting a giraffe costume.
Oh, yes...there WILL be pictures!
ETA: I tried to post this last night, but Centurytel, our ISP, was having connection convulsions, and I gave up after an hour. I am now up at this ghastly hour because it is Crazy Hair Day at Mike's school, and my expertise was required in slathering him with hair goo and glitter. I didn't totally mind waking up from dreaming of a concert where Keith Richards, Dick Cheney and Pee Wee Herman were performing fake stage fights. Y'know, that Keith Richards is pretty agile for an old geezer!
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