In things that made my day better--I found someone in Redwood City who did electrical work and plumbing and handyman work and had good ratings on Angie's list, so I hired him to come in and fix a few things and do a few things like put up curtain rods and the towel rack that I could do but wouldn't for months and now my house love is back full force!
'The Cautionary Tale of Numero Cinco'
Natter 69: Practically names itself.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
From my perspective (which is admittedly not as a family member of a cancer patient), good for her!
ita, then, the job you have is to listen, which is probably the hardest.
msbelle, I love the Downton pics. Thanks for posting them.
I am beyond tired and debating signing up Noah for baseball. K is against it. Noah wants to play, but is afraid, I think. And I think it would be good from a socialization perspective. It's not little league, THANK GOD, and we'd have other friends on the team. Maybe I just go to the meeting tomorrow?
YAY house love!
Well, that she's fired up is good for her, though maybe hard on the homestead. In the abstraction, watching close families deal with stress in fascinating and sometimes hilarious in the knots they tie themselves into. Having been in it? Really damned hard.
Enh. Forget baseball. Tomorrow it's a parent's only meeting at 9 and I have N&G without any relief. That decides it.
Man, I just want to shove my mortgage up someone's ass- been reading "The Big Short" by Michael Lewis and just reading about the banking industries' mortgage shenanigans, and it makes me feel like a fool for a) buying a house and b) continuing to pay the mortgage on something that is losing value by the day.
Um, I have anger issues.
Tom, others have said it better than me, but good for you, seriously.
This weekend, I am working, not going to Krewe du Vieux, but going to see Jonathan Coulton and TMBG.
Mr Peabody has an embarrassing relationship with a braided rug at my mother's house. He immediately throws himself on it and drags himself across it by his front paws. Apparently braided rug is the best tummy scratcher ever.
I still need to acquire me a handyman husband. I had a handywoman wife briefly, but she moved to the Eastern Shore, damnit.
I worry that if my mother runs out of steam, she'll beat herself up about it. She's set herself a high bar, and I guess I cope with my chronic issues not by fighting too hard, because it tires me.
However, this is her sickness, not mine, so I'm just there to support. And also remind people to wash their hands.
What's K's issue with baseball for Noah, Kat?
He's still a bit young. Also, it is scarier than a lot of other sports because the ball is hard and it will occasionally hit you in the face. The fear part is normal enough - in fact, I think one of the virtues of baseball as a sport is learning how to deal with fear.
Rookie has a feature on teenage shrines to their personal idols.
There are some I would expect (The Smiths), some that are surprising but sweet (Stephen Fry) and some that indicate (because of their recurrence) small wrinkles in the pop cultural psyche (several shrines to The Virgin Suicides, and also Sofia Coppola).