Nearly two months have flown by since my last post. Where does the time go? The Thanksgiving holiday was a delight with good friends and heaps of delicious food. The weather in NoCal has been clear and fine. Warm, even. This week, we're going to pick out a Xmas tree. Cole Hardware is selling Douglas and Noble Fir trees for less than $40. Go Cole.
December also brings family to town. Got my fingers crossed that my niece will get a job that brings here to SF. And got my other fingers crossed that another niece will come to UC Santa Cruz next year. What could be better?
Off soon to soak up the last of the sunshine. Four more weeks of work until the next holiday break.
Love to all,
Judy
Monday, November 30, 2009
Wednesday, October 07, 2009
That was me who ate your yogurt
I'm not proud of it. But it was sitting there, in the fridge, and I wanted to have some with my fresh fruit. It's a healthy dessert, and my lunch was light -- squash, greens, rice, ginger. You know, I'm cooking a lot more lately. It's healthier, and cheaper, and I know you'd want to support me in that. At least, I think you would, as much as a friendly roommate would.
It's not an excuse for taking your food. I should really get my own yogurt and eat that. But the tubs are so big, you see, and I never seem to finish one before it goes bad. You know what that looks like. When there's a two or maybe three small splots of mold growing on the wall of the plastic container, just below the rim. Smaller than a penny but you still have to throw it away, even when the body of the yogurt looks okay. It's been contaminated. There's no changing that.
Do you remember that cantaloupe I gave you last weekend? It was organic, from the farmer's market. You seemed to enjoy it. Does that even things up? Although, sure, the cantaloupe was freely offered and accepted. The yogurt I'm pinching silently when you're out of the house. I used it first last night, when I needed a dollop for some salad dressing I was mixing up. It was really good in that, BTW. It really cut the acidity of the new balsamic vinegar I just bought.
You're welcome to use some, you know.
It's not an excuse for taking your food. I should really get my own yogurt and eat that. But the tubs are so big, you see, and I never seem to finish one before it goes bad. You know what that looks like. When there's a two or maybe three small splots of mold growing on the wall of the plastic container, just below the rim. Smaller than a penny but you still have to throw it away, even when the body of the yogurt looks okay. It's been contaminated. There's no changing that.
Do you remember that cantaloupe I gave you last weekend? It was organic, from the farmer's market. You seemed to enjoy it. Does that even things up? Although, sure, the cantaloupe was freely offered and accepted. The yogurt I'm pinching silently when you're out of the house. I used it first last night, when I needed a dollop for some salad dressing I was mixing up. It was really good in that, BTW. It really cut the acidity of the new balsamic vinegar I just bought.
You're welcome to use some, you know.
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
escaping AT&T
I've done it. After years of chafing under my cell phone service provider, I have successfully ditched Ma Bell, and moved to Credo. What's Credo? Credo is the new name for Working Assets, the Ralph Nader greenie phone company. After trying to move to them for years, they've finally got a great offer that gets me a smartphone (Blackberry 8330) and buys me out of my ATT contract. Check it out at: www.credo.com/specialvalue.
Work has slowed down. It's slowed down so much I'm considering evaluating my investment portfolio. And that hasn't happened in years. Call me a Cassandra, but I'm wishing I could remove all my retirement money from the market and use it to pay off my mortgage. The tax implications would be horrendous. Still, the banking situation has me more than a little bit freaked out. Doesn't it seem strange that, now that the government is done bailing out the banks, that the banks are now shoring up the FDIC? Sure, just a measly 45 billion. But still. It's sortof like robbing Peter to pay Paul, and then turning around and robbing Paul to pay Peter. Kindof like the entire banking infrastructure is just a big fat Ponzi scheme.
freaky.
Work has slowed down. It's slowed down so much I'm considering evaluating my investment portfolio. And that hasn't happened in years. Call me a Cassandra, but I'm wishing I could remove all my retirement money from the market and use it to pay off my mortgage. The tax implications would be horrendous. Still, the banking situation has me more than a little bit freaked out. Doesn't it seem strange that, now that the government is done bailing out the banks, that the banks are now shoring up the FDIC? Sure, just a measly 45 billion. But still. It's sortof like robbing Peter to pay Paul, and then turning around and robbing Paul to pay Peter. Kindof like the entire banking infrastructure is just a big fat Ponzi scheme.
freaky.
Tuesday, September 08, 2009
eat prunes
This morning I attended my first Bootcamp session at UC San Francisco's Mission Bay campus. Boy,was it difficult!
First, for those of you who have not had occasion to skip rope in the past, say, 20 years or so, you can pretty much hear the rusty gears grinding in the part of your brain responsible for neuro-muscular memories. For my "first" time, I adopted the strategy of trying to keep one foot off the ground at all times, which helped me go for 3, even 4 times in a row, but my standing leg got awfully tired.
What can you expect at Bootcamp? All the good old fashioned moves, like toe-touches, squats, deep knee bends, lunges. During which, our "instructor" John regaled us with nutrition tips, such as: Don't wait until you're old to eat prunes. THey're good for helping you keep your arteries clear -- as well as your guts.
And: If you're on a desert island what one food do you want to have? Hint: it has protein and vitamin C. He says it's broccoli. I want a second opinion.
I had a nice visit back east, to Rochester NY. Here are things they have in Rochester:
mosquitoes
wine - some good, some not
roadways, miles and miles of roadways
green plants
bugs
piped-in music straight from 1984
Talbots
the Erie canal
clouds
gorgeous full moons (with misty clouds)
rivers, lakes, ponds, streams
locusts
frozen custard
haddock sandwiches
Genesee cream ale
styrofoam cups
sailboats
swimming pools
luxury European sedans
gigantic houses set in fields, surrounded by other giant houses
First, for those of you who have not had occasion to skip rope in the past, say, 20 years or so, you can pretty much hear the rusty gears grinding in the part of your brain responsible for neuro-muscular memories. For my "first" time, I adopted the strategy of trying to keep one foot off the ground at all times, which helped me go for 3, even 4 times in a row, but my standing leg got awfully tired.
What can you expect at Bootcamp? All the good old fashioned moves, like toe-touches, squats, deep knee bends, lunges. During which, our "instructor" John regaled us with nutrition tips, such as: Don't wait until you're old to eat prunes. THey're good for helping you keep your arteries clear -- as well as your guts.
And: If you're on a desert island what one food do you want to have? Hint: it has protein and vitamin C. He says it's broccoli. I want a second opinion.
I had a nice visit back east, to Rochester NY. Here are things they have in Rochester:
mosquitoes
wine - some good, some not
roadways, miles and miles of roadways
green plants
bugs
piped-in music straight from 1984
Talbots
the Erie canal
clouds
gorgeous full moons (with misty clouds)
rivers, lakes, ponds, streams
locusts
frozen custard
haddock sandwiches
Genesee cream ale
styrofoam cups
sailboats
swimming pools
luxury European sedans
gigantic houses set in fields, surrounded by other giant houses
Saturday, September 05, 2009
cricket
Somehow, a cricket has taken up residence outside my bathroom window. It's three stories up, and there's no cricket food to speak of, but it hangs out there each night, rubbing its legs together and cricketing all night long.
The Chinese would say it's lucky.
Lucky is what I've been feeling lately, although it's hard sometimes to remember between the stress of a busy work schedule and the sorrow of friends who've lost family in the last few months. Last weekend, a friend generously gave me 3-day passes to Outside Lands music festival, and 5 of us shared two tickets, seeing Black-Eyed Peas, Ween, Mike & Kim, Pearl Jam. The weather was gloriously warm -- hot even.
It's hot in Rochester, NY this weekend. Almost too hot for a walk along the Erie Canal, or breakfasting on the patio at my parents favorite brunch place. I've joined my family here to celebrate my father's 80th birthday. Tomorrow there is swimming planned, minigolf, and a big dinner. Should be fun.
The Chinese would say it's lucky.
Lucky is what I've been feeling lately, although it's hard sometimes to remember between the stress of a busy work schedule and the sorrow of friends who've lost family in the last few months. Last weekend, a friend generously gave me 3-day passes to Outside Lands music festival, and 5 of us shared two tickets, seeing Black-Eyed Peas, Ween, Mike & Kim, Pearl Jam. The weather was gloriously warm -- hot even.
It's hot in Rochester, NY this weekend. Almost too hot for a walk along the Erie Canal, or breakfasting on the patio at my parents favorite brunch place. I've joined my family here to celebrate my father's 80th birthday. Tomorrow there is swimming planned, minigolf, and a big dinner. Should be fun.
Saturday, July 11, 2009
mulch madness
I've discovered the joys of mulch. Specifically, shredded cedar bark. You can spread it between your new plants and voila, it looks like a garden instead of a loose assortment of plants that you dumped out of your container garden and assembled in light-appropriate areas.
The backyard is looking fine. Got viniae ground cover that's spreading well, and finished a raised bed for lettuce and spinach. Planted snap peas this week and a fresh crop of spinach. Life is good.
Also investigating bees. San Francisco has a Beekeeper's Association that's a wealth of information. Chickens are also intriguing -- we could become a regular urban farm out here in the sand dunes of the Sunset.
Speaking of sand -- there's nothing like a mini-sandstorm in your backyard during a BBQ. So another take on mulch is Patio Bark. It comes in fine, medium, and large sizes and is designed to cover rather than enrich your soil. I'm just so pleased that someone, somewhere out there, is putting Forest Products in bags so I can buy them. Wood chips do indeed cover a multitude of sins.
All this home improvement has put me in a frame of mind for an adventure. What will it be? Camping in Calistoga? A bike ride over the Golden Gate Bridge? A fling with a divorcee in a corner suite at the Mandarin Hotel? I'll keep y'all posted.
Love to all,
Judy
The backyard is looking fine. Got viniae ground cover that's spreading well, and finished a raised bed for lettuce and spinach. Planted snap peas this week and a fresh crop of spinach. Life is good.
Also investigating bees. San Francisco has a Beekeeper's Association that's a wealth of information. Chickens are also intriguing -- we could become a regular urban farm out here in the sand dunes of the Sunset.
Speaking of sand -- there's nothing like a mini-sandstorm in your backyard during a BBQ. So another take on mulch is Patio Bark. It comes in fine, medium, and large sizes and is designed to cover rather than enrich your soil. I'm just so pleased that someone, somewhere out there, is putting Forest Products in bags so I can buy them. Wood chips do indeed cover a multitude of sins.
All this home improvement has put me in a frame of mind for an adventure. What will it be? Camping in Calistoga? A bike ride over the Golden Gate Bridge? A fling with a divorcee in a corner suite at the Mandarin Hotel? I'll keep y'all posted.
Love to all,
Judy
Saturday, June 06, 2009
high dudgeon
I don't live what most people would call an exciting life. Far from it, in fact.
Today, for instance, is a lovely Saturday in San Francisco. For a good part of the day I've undetrtaken a Herculean task: to reduce the amount of email in my personal inbox to 0. It started at 3600. It just dipped below 900. This is cause for celebration. If only I had some booze.
Let me be clear about the cause of my dullness. I am poor. That doens't mean I don't go out. Just last night I visited the ballpark for simulcast opera. It was Tosca. It was super-drama, somewhat depressing, but interesting to sit in a stadium with 20,000 other people and have it be quiet. Even the kids were quiet. Even the seagulls. Puccini does that, evidently.
But it does mean that when I go out it's for practical, and inexpensive, purposes. To grocery shop. Work out. Have a swim in UC's outdoor pool with a view of downtown -- I call it the poolscape. Go see my acupuncturist.
And there's so much to do at home! Mid-year accounting. Emailing people I haven't talked to in ages. Clean the bathroom. Do the ironing. Just today, I managed to fit a two-hour nap into the programme. Now I can't wake up.
So what do I have to share about this torpor-filled existence? It's quite nice. Dull. Unexciting. Soothing. And cheap.
Ooops, it's dinner time.
Love to all,
Judy
Today, for instance, is a lovely Saturday in San Francisco. For a good part of the day I've undetrtaken a Herculean task: to reduce the amount of email in my personal inbox to 0. It started at 3600. It just dipped below 900. This is cause for celebration. If only I had some booze.
Let me be clear about the cause of my dullness. I am poor. That doens't mean I don't go out. Just last night I visited the ballpark for simulcast opera. It was Tosca. It was super-drama, somewhat depressing, but interesting to sit in a stadium with 20,000 other people and have it be quiet. Even the kids were quiet. Even the seagulls. Puccini does that, evidently.
But it does mean that when I go out it's for practical, and inexpensive, purposes. To grocery shop. Work out. Have a swim in UC's outdoor pool with a view of downtown -- I call it the poolscape. Go see my acupuncturist.
And there's so much to do at home! Mid-year accounting. Emailing people I haven't talked to in ages. Clean the bathroom. Do the ironing. Just today, I managed to fit a two-hour nap into the programme. Now I can't wake up.
So what do I have to share about this torpor-filled existence? It's quite nice. Dull. Unexciting. Soothing. And cheap.
Ooops, it's dinner time.
Love to all,
Judy
Sunday, May 03, 2009
house help
It takes a village to renovate a house, or just to make a 1925 flat livable. Here is a list of the capable folks who helped me retrofit the kitchen and bathroom, adding appliances and bringing plumbing and electrical to code. Use them! They rock!
Roman Karpinski, electrician (415) 846-3252; subcontracts to other folks from eastern Europe but gets the job done fast. He had 7 people at my house for 2 days.
Dmitri Gordei, Plumber extraordinaire (415) 505-5723; from Belarus, great to work with, works solo, does research, pulls permits.
Tiling - Mikhail Kosikov; mkosikov@yahoo.com; (415) 235-6658. Completely overqualified to lay tile. Also has skills in carpentry and general construction. Mikhail was a vet in his native land, has 3 kids.
Matt 572-8132, general handyman, baker. Will do anything for practically nothing. Has lots of tools.
Eric Gamay, good, affordable, professional painter and the nicest guy you'll ever meet. 714 809-3943
Mr. Galinda 551-7917; 504-5173 Spent 8 hours rubbing my faux gumwood-painted trim with denatured alcohol.
Additional resources
General - Greg Yates (415) 286-2239, basic electrical, plumbing, appliance, carpentry
Glass man: Tony 25 Virgil between 24th and 25th. 647-7514
Roman Karpinski, electrician (415) 846-3252; subcontracts to other folks from eastern Europe but gets the job done fast. He had 7 people at my house for 2 days.
Dmitri Gordei, Plumber extraordinaire (415) 505-5723; from Belarus, great to work with, works solo, does research, pulls permits.
Tiling - Mikhail Kosikov; mkosikov@yahoo.com; (415) 235-6658. Completely overqualified to lay tile. Also has skills in carpentry and general construction. Mikhail was a vet in his native land, has 3 kids.
Matt 572-8132, general handyman, baker. Will do anything for practically nothing. Has lots of tools.
Eric Gamay, good, affordable, professional painter and the nicest guy you'll ever meet. 714 809-3943
Mr. Galinda 551-7917; 504-5173 Spent 8 hours rubbing my faux gumwood-painted trim with denatured alcohol.
Additional resources
General - Greg Yates (415) 286-2239, basic electrical, plumbing, appliance, carpentry
Glass man: Tony 25 Virgil between 24th and 25th. 647-7514
Friday, April 17, 2009
mellow easter
The easter bunny did not come this year. I did not have an easter egg hunt, get a chocolate belly, or go to church in a frilly dress. Because, after all, I am not 8 anymore.
Still, there's something about grown up Easter that feels unsatisfying. What's an ex-christian to do? Next year, I think I'll plan a brunch and serve colored eggs in egg cups. Or something. Rabbit hash browns? Then head over and finally see the Hunky Jesus pageant in the Castro. Who knew the son of God could have such beautifully developed pectoral muscles?
All is well here in San Francisco, and that's saying a lot. The unemployment bug is going around, with some new strains like underemployment. One firm I know of is cutting salaries by 20% while still asking employees to put in 50 hour weeks. Another is furloughing FTEs one week a quarter. A friend just had her Blackberry repossessed. Be glad you have a job! That's the message going around. And we are glad, and more than a little bit terrified of what the future might hold.
My company shut down this week, and it's been a great opportunity to get things done around the house -- finally lubricate that car door lock -- and take long strolls in Chrissy Field and other beautiful places. It's also been a good week for health maintenance -- all those things you put off when you're busy and can't be bothered. Now, what do I really like to do with my spare time? I'm afraid I need another week to sort that out. But just one more. Not dozens, thank you.
Attended a lecture on climbing Half-Dome. It's quite a proposition! 6 quarts of water, 16 miles, with a one-mile elevation gain to the top. Did I mention the vertigo-inducing drops down each side of the dome? My housemate is ready to take it on. I am more pragmatic about what 40-year-old knees can do. (Yes, I'm turning 40 this year. Who knew I'd still feel 26?) Perhaps I'll hike up to the base of the domes, and watch others lumber up the cables. Perhaps read a book. Getting from teh library today: Beautiful Children. I'll let you know how it is.
Love to all,
Judy
Still, there's something about grown up Easter that feels unsatisfying. What's an ex-christian to do? Next year, I think I'll plan a brunch and serve colored eggs in egg cups. Or something. Rabbit hash browns? Then head over and finally see the Hunky Jesus pageant in the Castro. Who knew the son of God could have such beautifully developed pectoral muscles?
All is well here in San Francisco, and that's saying a lot. The unemployment bug is going around, with some new strains like underemployment. One firm I know of is cutting salaries by 20% while still asking employees to put in 50 hour weeks. Another is furloughing FTEs one week a quarter. A friend just had her Blackberry repossessed. Be glad you have a job! That's the message going around. And we are glad, and more than a little bit terrified of what the future might hold.
My company shut down this week, and it's been a great opportunity to get things done around the house -- finally lubricate that car door lock -- and take long strolls in Chrissy Field and other beautiful places. It's also been a good week for health maintenance -- all those things you put off when you're busy and can't be bothered. Now, what do I really like to do with my spare time? I'm afraid I need another week to sort that out. But just one more. Not dozens, thank you.
Attended a lecture on climbing Half-Dome. It's quite a proposition! 6 quarts of water, 16 miles, with a one-mile elevation gain to the top. Did I mention the vertigo-inducing drops down each side of the dome? My housemate is ready to take it on. I am more pragmatic about what 40-year-old knees can do. (Yes, I'm turning 40 this year. Who knew I'd still feel 26?) Perhaps I'll hike up to the base of the domes, and watch others lumber up the cables. Perhaps read a book. Getting from teh library today: Beautiful Children. I'll let you know how it is.
Love to all,
Judy
Friday, March 20, 2009
the first day of spring
Ah, spring. An excellent time to dust off the bicycle and get a haircut. If it doesn't rain too hard, I'm going to picnic in Marin, and ride my bike to the Farmer's Market with my young, bright-toothed housemate. If it rains, I'll stay home and hire handymen. Have a phone line specialist coming, and trying to find someone to refinish my kitchen sink. (Cheaper than a new one!)
Work is going well, I am happy to report. The Sun-IBM merger, rumored for so many years, seems to actually be happening. Hopefully, it won't throw too many folks out of work.
Image of the day: riding through the park this morning, I saw a group of 11-year-old, running at full tilt down the street. Scavenger hunt, perhaps?
Wondering if I can use stainless steel foil to "rejuvenate" a kitchen counter top. How difficult can it be?
My new dream: to become a slumlord. Anybody want to buy a chunk of Detroit?
Work is going well, I am happy to report. The Sun-IBM merger, rumored for so many years, seems to actually be happening. Hopefully, it won't throw too many folks out of work.
Image of the day: riding through the park this morning, I saw a group of 11-year-old, running at full tilt down the street. Scavenger hunt, perhaps?
Wondering if I can use stainless steel foil to "rejuvenate" a kitchen counter top. How difficult can it be?
My new dream: to become a slumlord. Anybody want to buy a chunk of Detroit?
Friday, February 13, 2009
Iranian women
It seems fitting to leaven the Valentine's Day muck with a dose of reality about women's rights, sex, and the institution of marriage. Not to be a scrooge about it, but it's both sobering and very hopeful, the changes that women are fighting for in Iran. Now if there were just a way to give them money...
http://www.meydaan.org/english/default.aspx
http://www.campaignforequality.info/english/
http://www.meydaan.org/english/default.aspx
http://www.campaignforequality.info/english/
Thursday, February 05, 2009
crazy for craigslist
There's nothing like Craigslist when you need to get rid of things and get new things.
Like a roommate. No, I love my current roommate, but I'm adding to the household to help balance the freakin crazy costs of home ownership. Today, I bought a new dryer. Yet another way to mount up that debt!
And our first tax bill is due in 6 weeks. But I digress.
This weekend a medical student from Germany will be moving in. And hopefully by next week I'll have a second person lined up for my old bedroom. Then my monthly will be vaguely like it used to be when I rented -- and had my own place.
Still, I have high hopes for living communally and well.
Going from two rooms to one has meant a lot of contraction in my stuff world. Most of it is welcome. I'm posting ads on craigslist like a maniac -- enjoying the Santa-like feeling of giving away an old rug and desk. Also trying to make a buck on extra furniture and past mistakes in briefcase choices. Check me out.
http://sfbay.craigslist.org/sfc/clo/1022971820.html
http://sfbay.craigslist.org/sfc/fuo/1022233018.html
http://sfbay.craigslist.org/sfc/fuo/1022996229.html
What can't you do on craigslist? I haven't found it yet. I'm having fun hiring people in the Gigs section. Got two guys to come over this week and move my bed from one room to another. $40 isn't bad for 20 min of work, though they earned it. My bed is heavy.
Just found a dozen handymen who want to replace my locks and install vents in my building. (I need a lot of venting.) Next I'm thinking of posting an ad for the riding helmet I've had for, um, 20 years. Maybe I can even find someone who wants to buy my EU50 note, no exchange fee.
I wonder if Mr. Newmark had any idea what his "fancy" BBS (bulletin board system) would lead to? Goodbye capitalism friction!
Oops, loks like someone wants to buy my coffee table...
Like a roommate. No, I love my current roommate, but I'm adding to the household to help balance the freakin crazy costs of home ownership. Today, I bought a new dryer. Yet another way to mount up that debt!
And our first tax bill is due in 6 weeks. But I digress.
This weekend a medical student from Germany will be moving in. And hopefully by next week I'll have a second person lined up for my old bedroom. Then my monthly will be vaguely like it used to be when I rented -- and had my own place.
Still, I have high hopes for living communally and well.
Going from two rooms to one has meant a lot of contraction in my stuff world. Most of it is welcome. I'm posting ads on craigslist like a maniac -- enjoying the Santa-like feeling of giving away an old rug and desk. Also trying to make a buck on extra furniture and past mistakes in briefcase choices. Check me out.
http://sfbay.craigslist.org/sfc/clo/1022971820.html
http://sfbay.craigslist.org/sfc/fuo/1022233018.html
http://sfbay.craigslist.org/sfc/fuo/1022996229.html
What can't you do on craigslist? I haven't found it yet. I'm having fun hiring people in the Gigs section. Got two guys to come over this week and move my bed from one room to another. $40 isn't bad for 20 min of work, though they earned it. My bed is heavy.
Just found a dozen handymen who want to replace my locks and install vents in my building. (I need a lot of venting.) Next I'm thinking of posting an ad for the riding helmet I've had for, um, 20 years. Maybe I can even find someone who wants to buy my EU50 note, no exchange fee.
I wonder if Mr. Newmark had any idea what his "fancy" BBS (bulletin board system) would lead to? Goodbye capitalism friction!
Oops, loks like someone wants to buy my coffee table...
Saturday, January 10, 2009
what it looks like
Daily Courier article about the death of my sister-in-law's neighbor in Arizona.
It's too bad they did not find a note.
It's too bad they did not find a note.
Tuesday, January 06, 2009
dishwasher
Home ownership is a lot like puberty. It's hard to get used to all the changes that are going on. For instance, today I have a dishwasher. It's small and white. I think I like it, but it's going to take some getting used to. I guess I might need soap for it. What a pain.
What's incredibly fabulous is the 3 new electrical outlets in my kitchen. Added one each also to the bedroom, office, bathroom, and mudroom. These are very exciting new additions to an otherwise underpowered household. I can't wait to plug things in. Like the washer and dryer. There will be a post-laundromat party. The Po-Lau era will begin.
Got my JCPenny delivery finally, so I'm also the new owner of ivory energy-saving cellular blinds for the office. So now I know how I'll be spending my weekend.
If I'm real lucky, my contractor will come over this week and regrout the tile in the kitchen counter; I'll finish the painting; and the kitchen will be done done done. Chances are, though, I won't be that lucky. There's always February.
Heading out the Arizona next week to spend time with family. Work's going great -- two weeks off gives a girl a nice fresh perspective. Happy new year to all.
What's incredibly fabulous is the 3 new electrical outlets in my kitchen. Added one each also to the bedroom, office, bathroom, and mudroom. These are very exciting new additions to an otherwise underpowered household. I can't wait to plug things in. Like the washer and dryer. There will be a post-laundromat party. The Po-Lau era will begin.
Got my JCPenny delivery finally, so I'm also the new owner of ivory energy-saving cellular blinds for the office. So now I know how I'll be spending my weekend.
If I'm real lucky, my contractor will come over this week and regrout the tile in the kitchen counter; I'll finish the painting; and the kitchen will be done done done. Chances are, though, I won't be that lucky. There's always February.
Heading out the Arizona next week to spend time with family. Work's going great -- two weeks off gives a girl a nice fresh perspective. Happy new year to all.
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