May 13, 2004

• There’s so much to talk about.  Where DOES one start?  To begin with, I haven’t decided if I want to inform you about all the great (and not so great) stuff that has happened to me in the last week, or if I just want to babble on about what’s on my mind.  It’s all so disjointed anyway, all of it, that it’s hard to narrow down.  Well, it looks like I’m going with babble…

  
  

  I got back from Sandy Eggo late on Monday night.  Since then I’ve been trying to catch up on my grading, laundry, the housework, and other such boring shite.  My car needs to be serviced, oh, about six months ago, so what’s a few more days?  I move next week so there are some things there that are pressing, timewise.  I have most of the utilites taken care of, well, the talking on the phone part… and the appliances are supposed to be delivered the day before the move.  We shall see.  I’m really not anxious about it, but honestly, we all know something will go wrong and I’m just interested in finding out what it will be!

  
  

  The most likely culprit is the weekend project:  building a loft in the girls’ bedroom.  My dad is supposed to drive over and help me.  He’s a retired contractor (among other things… he worked for HEW, the U of ND, restored antiques, past head of security for the FDA) so it’s not the work I’m worried about, it’s whether or not he’ll actually be able to make it.  He’s spent the last five (?  I think) years building and maintaining a youth center.  He’s just recently decided to sell it, either to the Y or the schools, but still has banquet etc. duty until that happens.

  
  

  Okay, so that needs to get built and painted.  I also need to put a cat door in.  If he doesn’t come I’ll need to buy tools (a drill, a reciprocating saw) but I should probably do that anyway.  I would just have to wait on the big project.  Also, I want to get some of those big garage shelving units bought and set up.  I guess I could do that on my own.

  
  

  I’m having trouble getting someone to do my irrigation lines.  It’s a pain in the butt.  I know everyone’s busy, but could you call me back to tell me when you can talk to me?  I had somebody come out to hear what I wanted and measure and that was THREE weeks ago!  I can’t get him to return my calls!

  
  

  I hate packing and I won’t be doing it till the last minute.  I’m not sure how I’m going to fit working into all this.

  
  

  Oh yeah, and BabyJane has the chicken pops (pox).

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