i'll just retrospect a moment here: do a li'l inventory, as it were. Aeon just just just turned two, preceded narrowly by Annie making five. That's odd. All of a sudden it hit me how dreadful ancient i am, and i'm not even the one who had the b-day.
Anyhow.
She started kindergarten on mon. That's the bit, i think, that really slapped me upside the nog. Beside the obvious observation that she's now old enough to go to school and i honestly don't remember enough things happening in her short li'l life the collection of which might legitimize her being that old, i simply never had any intention of her going to kindergarten. So she spent the afternoon hobknobbing with other unsuspecting lit'luns, and making construction paper teddy bears, after which we took her out for ice cream at Baskin Robbins whereat we generally celebrated the defeat of my ideals. Oh well. And who knows?-- maybe i'll find a way to get a thought in edge-wise around her real education.
In other news, we're "renovating" our house. "Renovating" in this context thus far consists of buying thousands of dollars worth of flooring and various stylish porcelain accoutrements, storing them in morbid heaps on every available square inch of real estate, and then dedicating an as yet undetermined number of days chasing problems deeper and deeper into the bowels of our utterly unmaintained sixty year old house. Presently, the "bathroom" is a toilet sitting on a concrete slab in a grove of wall studs and sundry plumbing plexus. i spent some time this evening cross-legged on that slab spading dirt out of hole in it where once a 400 lb. cast-iron bathtub lay and drained its contents. Apparently, whilst removing said tub from its moorings, i managed to crack loose a lead joint in the (wild guess here) sixty year old drainage pipe. Blessedly we shan't have to jack-hammer the foundation to get to it as i was at first led to believe. Instead i'll lay face down in a hole and'll clean out with a wire brush the sixty years of accumulated sclerotic stenosis (or whatever the blanket term is for the crud that people wash down their drains) in the pipe joint until i have shiny clean metal. Wow-- suddenly i'm hungry.
At any rate, i invested in a canister respirator today. Probably get my money's worth outta that. i'm seriously ready for the "building back up" end of this proj. Right at the moment i'm feeling exotically expensive and not so productive. The upshot is that there are fewer and fewer things that can still go wrong: there's all kinds of room to go upward.
Nastrovya
Anyhow.
She started kindergarten on mon. That's the bit, i think, that really slapped me upside the nog. Beside the obvious observation that she's now old enough to go to school and i honestly don't remember enough things happening in her short li'l life the collection of which might legitimize her being that old, i simply never had any intention of her going to kindergarten. So she spent the afternoon hobknobbing with other unsuspecting lit'luns, and making construction paper teddy bears, after which we took her out for ice cream at Baskin Robbins whereat we generally celebrated the defeat of my ideals. Oh well. And who knows?-- maybe i'll find a way to get a thought in edge-wise around her real education.
In other news, we're "renovating" our house. "Renovating" in this context thus far consists of buying thousands of dollars worth of flooring and various stylish porcelain accoutrements, storing them in morbid heaps on every available square inch of real estate, and then dedicating an as yet undetermined number of days chasing problems deeper and deeper into the bowels of our utterly unmaintained sixty year old house. Presently, the "bathroom" is a toilet sitting on a concrete slab in a grove of wall studs and sundry plumbing plexus. i spent some time this evening cross-legged on that slab spading dirt out of hole in it where once a 400 lb. cast-iron bathtub lay and drained its contents. Apparently, whilst removing said tub from its moorings, i managed to crack loose a lead joint in the (wild guess here) sixty year old drainage pipe. Blessedly we shan't have to jack-hammer the foundation to get to it as i was at first led to believe. Instead i'll lay face down in a hole and'll clean out with a wire brush the sixty years of accumulated sclerotic stenosis (or whatever the blanket term is for the crud that people wash down their drains) in the pipe joint until i have shiny clean metal. Wow-- suddenly i'm hungry.
At any rate, i invested in a canister respirator today. Probably get my money's worth outta that. i'm seriously ready for the "building back up" end of this proj. Right at the moment i'm feeling exotically expensive and not so productive. The upshot is that there are fewer and fewer things that can still go wrong: there's all kinds of room to go upward.
Nastrovya
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