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just a random life check-in
There've been construction folks here this week. They altered the ramp for the side door so it's actually usable now and raised the level of the front porch to be even with the ramp there, so I can start doing fun things like turning around and closing the door.
Tomorrow they'll be working in my bathroom, replacing the dual-sink vanity with two pedestal sinks. I'll miss the counter space, but honestly? Trying to brush your teeth while seated and twisting sideways is Not Fun. Pedestal sinks will make that aspect of my life a little better. I don't use my chair as much as I should because the little things like that are such a pain.
While the guys are tromping through my bedroom to get to the bath, though, I think Guinness and I will go explore base some more. Now that we've made it past the bridge hurdle, I'm more confidant about getting to the store and whatnot. We don't have any money to spend--Andrew's latest conferene wiped us out until he gets reimbursed--but I'd like to go to the garden center and figure out what might stand a chance in a container garden, provided I can keep the deer away.
The kids are loving the new school. Walking there and back everyday, spending a few hours at the playground on the way home is doing both of them a world of good. I love that we live in an area where it's safe to let the kids just be kids! Rowan already has a boyfriend *sigh* but I guess that's just how it goes with that age. Right now I'm just going to keep being thrilled they're both spending more time outside playing than inside hooked up to video games.
I am having one serious problem with Guinness' training right now. He's so desperate to play with other dogs that he forgets he's working! Sadly the dog park is so hidden it's never used, so he can't get the urge out there. I think getting him a canine companion would settle the problem nicely; it would also give me a chance to get a dog who's happy with picking things up for me. Guinness loathes retrieving anything; it's just not in his nature. I really need help in that area though. It drives me bonkers to see random junk on the floor--dirty socks, crumpled paper, pop-tart wrappers--and I can't pick it up without a hell of a lot of pain. I've asked the kids to help, but the only way to get them to do ANY housework consistently involves the use of cattle prods. It's like they don't even see the mess. I don't like asking Andrew to pick up because I know he's working hard all day, and if I can get manual labor out of him I'd much prefer it to be bringing boxes in from the garage so we can unpack. And yes, I could use a grabber for the small things, but not the bigger stuff. A grabber also wouldn't have the psychological benefit for Guinness, either. Never say I'm not concerned with my dog's happiness.
I'm really upset about the situation with Jack the cat. The friend keeping him has been beyond patient. I'd like to get him home ASAP (so would Kyle; he asks when we're getting the cat back regularly), but Andrew's schedule has been so crazy he just hasn't had time to drive back to Atlanta to pick the cat up. I'm medicly (sp?) prohibited from driving, and even if I weren't I've no idea how to drive Andrew's stick shift car anyway. If anyone happens to be travelling from Atlanta to coastal NC and wouldn't mind a furry stowaway, please let me know! I'll find some way to help offset gas costs if it means getting the kitty home.
And that's all the news it's not fit to print. :)
Tomorrow they'll be working in my bathroom, replacing the dual-sink vanity with two pedestal sinks. I'll miss the counter space, but honestly? Trying to brush your teeth while seated and twisting sideways is Not Fun. Pedestal sinks will make that aspect of my life a little better. I don't use my chair as much as I should because the little things like that are such a pain.
While the guys are tromping through my bedroom to get to the bath, though, I think Guinness and I will go explore base some more. Now that we've made it past the bridge hurdle, I'm more confidant about getting to the store and whatnot. We don't have any money to spend--Andrew's latest conferene wiped us out until he gets reimbursed--but I'd like to go to the garden center and figure out what might stand a chance in a container garden, provided I can keep the deer away.
The kids are loving the new school. Walking there and back everyday, spending a few hours at the playground on the way home is doing both of them a world of good. I love that we live in an area where it's safe to let the kids just be kids! Rowan already has a boyfriend *sigh* but I guess that's just how it goes with that age. Right now I'm just going to keep being thrilled they're both spending more time outside playing than inside hooked up to video games.
I am having one serious problem with Guinness' training right now. He's so desperate to play with other dogs that he forgets he's working! Sadly the dog park is so hidden it's never used, so he can't get the urge out there. I think getting him a canine companion would settle the problem nicely; it would also give me a chance to get a dog who's happy with picking things up for me. Guinness loathes retrieving anything; it's just not in his nature. I really need help in that area though. It drives me bonkers to see random junk on the floor--dirty socks, crumpled paper, pop-tart wrappers--and I can't pick it up without a hell of a lot of pain. I've asked the kids to help, but the only way to get them to do ANY housework consistently involves the use of cattle prods. It's like they don't even see the mess. I don't like asking Andrew to pick up because I know he's working hard all day, and if I can get manual labor out of him I'd much prefer it to be bringing boxes in from the garage so we can unpack. And yes, I could use a grabber for the small things, but not the bigger stuff. A grabber also wouldn't have the psychological benefit for Guinness, either. Never say I'm not concerned with my dog's happiness.
I'm really upset about the situation with Jack the cat. The friend keeping him has been beyond patient. I'd like to get him home ASAP (so would Kyle; he asks when we're getting the cat back regularly), but Andrew's schedule has been so crazy he just hasn't had time to drive back to Atlanta to pick the cat up. I'm medicly (sp?) prohibited from driving, and even if I weren't I've no idea how to drive Andrew's stick shift car anyway. If anyone happens to be travelling from Atlanta to coastal NC and wouldn't mind a furry stowaway, please let me know! I'll find some way to help offset gas costs if it means getting the kitty home.
And that's all the news it's not fit to print. :)