Booming real estate in the craziest state in the union.
Loki, may I direct your attention to the fourth paragraph?
Day: September 18, 2008
neener neener
What a sweet little face! (courtesy Mr. Happy Gramps Gerald)
My newest cousin (at least as far as I know) has the sweetest little face, and the brightest eyes.
Hi there Alyssa!
From Paul – for Keith
Next time you talk to Keith, you might like to pass him some kudos.
Here’s the skinny: we’re doing Mr. Canoehead coming home from Deer Lake.
Keith’s driving for the first time in a year or two & he doesn’t like the
idea of Canada Way at 18:30 so I say pull into the Esso on the corner &
watch the traffic for a while & if you don’t like it, I’ll take over.
Second time the light goes red for Canada Way he says “Let’s go for it and
I’ll drive along in my own little space,” and starts to pull out onto the road
when this idiot turns left into the station and winds up stopped in the
roadway head on to us.
I say, don’t worry about it Keith & he blithely maneuvers around and heads
south. Of course a few more idiots have to blow by us like we’re going
backwards even though we’re doing the limit, but Keith doesn’t get rattled,
just stays in his lane & asks for advice when he needs it.
Best part of all was when he had to parallel park in front of the house.
We’ve got a space that’s about 7 ft. longer than we are & we’ve got a canoe
on top. To make a long story even longer, Keith, with a little coaching put
rear wheel 2 in from the curb, front wheel on and three feet space in back,
four out front IN ONE PASS no guff folks.
He was pretty proud of himself.
And SO AM I.
Cat / lessons / good news
My mandolin teacher is what I’d look like if I had nicer hair and more of it, put on forty pounds and was 15 years older. She’s pretty stern. Fortunately she’s also pretty flexible, and I already know one additional chord, and have a LOT OF FREEEEKING HOMEWORK. Eddie, who normally ignores female visitors, came out and inspected the living hell out of her, including trying to get under her skirt. It was quite a performance.
Work continues to have the worst kind of oil, being turm-oil, but I have laid to rest most of my anxieties and concerns. There’s still a lot of thrashing around, and I have to move desks for the first time in years, but other than that things are slowly returning to normal, or whatever the new normal is. When you’ve been through a great deal, you get punchy.
Squirrel mom vs curious dog. Hint, squirrel FTW.
Tuna salad bowl for dinner last night. Jeff does NOT like the little red cheeses; they are responsible for him wanting to bail on dairy entirely. Ha, what, no ice cream? I made enough tuna salad for two meals, and that’s exactly what Katie did, made two meals out of it. She apparently didn’t want to get out of bed yesterday morning (she was at Daxus’) and he forced her out, coffee in hand, saying, “Yer mom’ll kill me if you don’t go to school.” That he would even pretend to care about my opinion cheered me no end. Please note, I am not for killing anybody, although there are about six people I’d like to personally spank, and about a hundred I would like to be paid to verbally humiliate. I’m so good at it I really oughta get paid. But of course, there’s no room at the standup inn. Oooh, speaking of Standup, anybody see Marg Cho’s Christian rant? Most amusing!
Katie K has sold her condo. This is awesome awesome news, and it made me very happy when I heard it.
I have to pack up my desk today, which means basically that I have to throw a lot of crap out.
I really like Jeff’s kitties, but I wish they were more affectionate. I just want a kitty to curl up on me once in a while. Like dis.
