You know Mr. G is beyond tired when he starts wailing about a button falling off his favorite camouflage pants--"That was my favorite button!" I'm glad I can wield a needle and thread with skill and speed.
Arranging activities for 2 kids is easier than it is for 3.
But the house seems empty with Mr. T at camp.
Packing for Boy Scout camp is an undertaking on par with planning a wedding.
Or taking a newborn on a weekend trip.
I'm horribly behind in reading...newspapers, blogs, books.
I estimated it would take me a month to complete my to-do list.
Then I remembered the Photo Album Project.
I added 60 days to my original estimation.
An appraiser came through yesterday. I never know whether to tag along or let people do their thing when they come to work at our house. I generally back off, but stay within shouting distance just in case.
I'm involved in a Good Deed that is taking a lot of time. It began with a kid needing help filling out college paperwork. It has morphed into much, much more.
I knocked away the start of a wasps' nest in our front door. The nerve!
I'm unable to keep up with the beans. And the damn zucchini are so sneaky--one day they're tiny little stubs, the next, they're as long as my arm. Sheesh.
I'm 1/3 of the way through my manuscript revisions. My pace is slower than I'd hoped, but it's mostly going well.
I came up with a terrific drinking game while watching Mad Men. Every time they reach over to grab a bottle of booze off a sideboard, you take a drink. I'd be tooted up after one episode! It's incredible how frequently the characters reach over to spin the cap off a bottle of liquor. After closing a deal. After coming home from the office. After watching the news. After dinner. After sex. After fighting. Before going to bed. It's fascinating. Did people really keep glasses and bottles so convenient in every room and office like that in the 60's? I cannot think of a single liquor I'd have at the ready like that, can you?