Extreme Sports
Having bought a wheelbarrow this weekend, I can now participate in this cutting-edge new sport.
Having bought a wheelbarrow this weekend, I can now participate in this cutting-edge new sport.
I dug up the brick pathway in front of my house this weekend, and moved the bricks to the side of the house so I can use them in the path in the back yard. I also uncovered part of the sidewalk and started work on the flowerbed on the side of the house. Kathy and I started to put drywall up around the fireplace, but I need a better masonry bit to pre-drill for the masonry screws. When I get that, I’ll have all of the drywall finished. I’ll stop by Lowe’s to get that tonight. I’m also going to buy a wheel-barrow to move stuff around in the yard.
I just got a memo at work that reads in part, “Pearson Travel Services wants to reassure employees that it has established the necessary processes and information sources to assist travelers during these uncertain times…”
The “uncertain times” phrase is becoming as ubiquitous (and meaningless) as “the terrorists have won,” a phrase I thought had finally been put to rest, except that our Governor O’Bannon (whom I proudly donated blood with shortly after Sept. 11) said the “terrorists” phrase just yesterday in a statement supporting the Iraq war effort.
When have times ever been certain? That’s as dumb as the idea of “the good old days.” Do you think the times were certain right before, say, the Black Plague? How about after? What about during the Salem Witch Trials? They were pretty certain then, right? WWII — we all knew what the outcome of that would be. And say, the 1980’s — how could anyone have been certain, given the bad haircuts we all had?
I pruned and cut back all the dead flowers in the beds from last year, raked the back yard and neighbor’s yard, seeded the backyard, dug up the gravel in what will be the new flower bed on the northwest corner of the house, finished the laundry that will go to goodwill, bought 5 sheets of drywall with my brother Gary and brought them to my house.
Over on the north side of 22nd Street, they pulled a backhoe up and completely demolished a house on Sunday in less than six hours. It was pretty wild. I have photos.
On the less stressful, more pleasant side, Kathy and I took Spike for a walk along the canal Friday night. He loved it. I also have to take some photos of him with his brand new bed. Also, Kathy and I had a great dinner at Ruby Tuesdays Saturday night. And I saw Chicago with my friend Melissa at a Saturday Matinee, which was cool. I’ve been singing the soundtrack ever since.
It’s Friday, and for some reason, I’m not running out the door of work to go home. I’m still stuck in a design for a site I’m doing at work, and going over the massive list of stuff I have to accomplish this weekend. I used to go home relieved to be done with work, and now I go to work relieved to be done with home. But I just remembered I get to take Spike for a walk this evening, so I better get the hell out of here.
From a now-defunct quiz on Quizilla:
Which political stereotype are you?
Democrat – You believe that there should be a free market which is reigned in by a modest state bureaucracy. You think that capitalism has some good things, but that those it helps should be obliged to help out their fellow man a little. Your historical role model is Franklin Roosevelt.
I fixed the wall above the window in the living room, and I put smaller sections of drywall on the two walls that Kathy and I started, so I have two walls finished. Now I just have two living room walls left to put drywall on, and the corner surrounding the fireplace, as well. I think I need about two sheets of drywall for that, and perhaps three for the back entry hall… maybe a little more. So if I can get six sheets of drywall, I should have enough for everything. I’ll still need to get wood for the baseboards in the living room… but we’ll see when that rolls around. I don’t have a mitre saw yet, so I can’t do baseboards anyway, yet. I think when April rolls around, I’ll know better how far I’ll be in regards to having the party I want to have. But I think I can do it. I’m feeling better about things, after Sunday getting some stuff done. Tonight I’m going to the gym, and after that, I want to get some more stuff done.
Last night I finished stripping all the wallpaper off the walls in the living room. I’m very relieved to have that done… Now I just have a thousand other things to do in the room before I’ll be ready to move in and use it. [sigh].
So this weekend I spent Saturday stripping wallpaper off the walls in the living room, and doing some cleaning in the living room and throughout the house. I finished two walls, have two to go. I felt kind of funny/ill all day, dunno why.
Saturday night Kathy and I went out to the final evening of Utopia, which is now closed. Kim Archer was singing, and Jess Curtis, and others. It was an interesting evening, but I have to say, I didn’t really feel all that sad about the closing. It was a decent club, but I’ve kind of moved on in a lot of ways from going out all the time. And I have to say it was never as much fun as going to the Ten. The crowd at the Ten is just more fun and accessible and doesn’t seem to be made up of people who would blow you off if you spoke to them. The crowd at Talbott Street seems pretty snotty too, come to think of it. Interesting — Talbott Street used to have a website up, but when I searched for it to link to, it’s no longer there. Hmmmm.
Sunday I went shopping for stuff to help organize my house. Then later Kathy came over and we put up two sections of drywall. Then we accidentally bumped the good hammer, and it fell through the hole in the floor down into the crawl space. So Kathy figured out how to fish it out of the hole while I took a break to relax and ummm… de-stress. Then we showered, and she gave me a backrub, and when I fell asleep, she did her laundry and also washed all my dishes, so when I came downstairs, all my dishes were done. Isn’t that the coolest thing? She’s pretty thoughtful.