Hee. I am deeply amused at the idea that repairmen and religious folks are cut from the same cloth. And that problem (repairmen, not religion) is why I'm having the builder come in today to look at our settling cracks. I could get another tradesman in, but a) the work should still be warrantied and b) I want him to deal with his own work.
But that's the other problem, is that he's going to say there's nothing wrong, since he did the work to begin with. But dude, my doors won't close. There are giant cracks in my wall. My ceiling is pulling away from my wall. I want him to look at it.
And also to pick up his ladder.
ION, yay, Dirty Sexy Money! I love that show so much. I missed several eps, so it'll be awesome to have the marathon, although I think I'll miss a good whack of it.
Speaking of repairs, the top half of the window in Dylan's room has come off its track. (We have his air-conditioner permanently installed so that he can't knock it out of the window, which means we can only open that window from the top. Over the weekend I wanted to close it because rain was coming in, and it wouldn't stay up. I had to prop it in place with a wooden spoon.)
I've got a window guy coming on Thursday to take a look, but has anyone had this happen to them before, and was it a totally PITA to fix? I'm worried he won't be able to fix it from the inside.
I had to prop it in place with a wooden spoon.
That happened to my bedroom window in Oak Park. I kept it propped open with some small boards until I finally called the maintenance guy, who just had to replace the ropes (it was a very old window!) in the window to keep it up.
Oh yeah, I'm sure there was a ton of politics I was missing, but I loved it anyway. I even read most of the random digressions (100 pages on the sewers, whee!)
Yeah, I love the encyclopediac writers. Thomas Mann, when one of his characters stops at a hotel, spends the rest of the chapter explaining the fundamentals of hotel keeping (as Thomas Mann understands them). But even though I love the digressions, I totally get that some people are tearing out their hair and screaming "get on with the farkin plot already!".
And don't forget Hawthorne's pages and pages of prison descriptions.
Famous skulls stolen from their graves: Mozart, Haydn, Descartes...
I thought Mozart was buried in a pauper's grave. How'd they find his body?
Liv and Owen had a fight with some soap this morning and Olivia lost. There was some crying and yelling (on everyone's parts). Liv's eyes are still puffy and red from the soap that got in them. I've flushed them out several times but her eyes still resemble Jim Breuer's.
If I have another morning like this, I'm going to start drinking as soon as I get out of bed.
If I have another morning like this, I'm going to start drinking as soon as I get out of bed.
It it wasn't for the fact that Child Services tends to frown upon such practices, I'd suggest feeding them the alcohol. Rumor has it that it quiets 'em down right quick.
(Says the woman whose mother allegedly once put a tot of brandy in her milk when she was about two and having a tantrum.)
