Around here, walls are what's up.
It's been a zoo around here--this crew arrives before 7 in the morning and they swing their hammers until 5. They work nonstop with only a 40 minute lunch break and you've never seen the likes of their productivity. I need to bake something nice for them and drag out a full cooler to the front yard tomorrow to show appreciation.
Since I last posted:
Friday night I went to the Countryfest concert with my good friends J & P and M and saw these guys. J grabbed my arm and we passed through the crowd to a spot in the second row where we could really rock out and sing along. Oh, it was terrific fun and my ears, chest and brain were FULL of the music. The BoDeans have been around a long time, we've listened to them since high school, so of course we sang along to almost all of their songs.
Saturday I volunteered for 4 hours at the parish picnic, slicing pies and serving up burgers and brats. I flat-out refused to work the grill or fryer because I smelled like yuck all week long and wasn't interested in smelling like smoke or grease. Team Testosterone tore around the park and played the kids' games. Eye patches, whoopie cushions and mustaches were the hit prizes this year and my crew won all three. (Be careful if you sit down around here, that's all I can say.)
Sunday we went to church, cleaned up our house, finished reading a long-overdue library book and welcomed Mr. D home from Iowa. I also crammed in two meetings Sunday night.
Monday the boys and I canoed down the Crystal River. We had a swell time paddling and getting tipped over in the rapids. The water wasn't very cold and the trip was scenic, but Mr. G grew bored after the first hour so I ended up paddling our 2-man canoe the rest of the trip. We refueled with enormous amounts of pizza and ice cream before heading home.
Tuesday we had the B-man boys over, 3 guys the same ages as mine, also all brothers. You can imagine the chaos a half-dozen boys brewed. Between the construction crew in my front yard and the destruction crew in my back yard, it was LOUD and ROWDY. I rewarded myself afterwards at the Bumble Book Club meeting (girlfriends, great book discussion, wine and restaurant food). I totally wore a dress to book club to pump up my estrogen levels.
Wednesday I helped clean the school kitchen for a couple hours. Picture a dozen church ladies armed with steel wool pads, bottles of cleaning supplies, a pile of rags and buckets. They're tearing down the ancient gas stove, refrigerators, warming oven--no nook or cranny was left unscrubbed. I had the task of scouring the iron grates of that damn stove. Hard and nasty work. I'm telling you, if the church men were charged with cleaning the cafeteria kitchen, they'd either pass a hat to pay a service or replace the old cruddy appliances with newer, easier to clean versions. Then I picked up a couple of old bookcases from my friend Alice for cleaning and refurbishing. Now the boys' rooms are organized and my canning supplies are up off the basement floor.
I've got a ridiculous sense of pride looking at my canning cupboard. Who'd have ever guessed that would become a hobby of choice for me?
Spill it, reader. What's up with you this week?