Panicking. Well, okay, let's see. Yesterday I drove to two different reservations to deliver, respectively: a guitar, two jars of peach jam, a keyboard, and congratulations to kindergarten graduates. Today I spent three hours in the auto shop and I still have to go back Tuesday. It will be five visits to this shop before everything is done. I still have massive cleaning to do, plus I have a grad open house in, like, an hour.
Saturday I have rehearsal, then helping out with our Rock Academy big concert, then the last hurrah worship band thing for our former leader's last day. Sunday I guess church, and then packing and financials and more house stuff. Monday I have something I can't remember then the person who's going to be living in the house this summer is coming over to check it out. Then Tuesday back to the auto shop and all the final stuff. Wednesday driving to Amarillo. Thursday driving to Missouri. Friday driving to Indianapolis. Saturday dying of the tired. Sunday the SO preaches. Family visits.
And then the next week starts eight weeks of camp.
I am going to die.
I have a three-day weekend AND a cocktail!
Weekend plans include catching up and the movies with an old friend, family outing and dinner, brunch.
You won't die, Liese.
Senator Tom Coburn went on a big media rampage about gov't waste at the NSF, citing a million dollars spent to put a shrimp on a treadmill.
The shrimp mobility study was to help measure health and die-off issues for the bazillion dollar shrimp industry.
But, you know, fuck fishermen, I guess?
That's the fuzzy-headed liberal explanation. I'm a fuzzy headed liberal.
They found a way to actually make it a plus rather than an eyesore.
The usual plan around here is that they propose something really ugly, and everyone says "Oh, no, that's really ugly." Then they spend hundreds of thousands on a designer, who comes up with a billion dollar plan. Then everyone says, "Oh, no. We can't afford that," and the ugly thing is built. There's no happy medium?
Don't have any clear plans, but I'm probably going to see
The Tree of Life
on Saturday,
and hopefully have brunch with Scrappy on Sunday!
That does sound exhausting, Liese. But don't panic! Always good advice.
I guess I should do something about that cocktail thing, too.
You won't die, Liese.
HOW DO YOU KNOW!?? ALL MEN DIE! IT'S POSSIBLE TO DIE OF TOO MUCH TO DO!
But don't panic!
Okay, fine. I've completed the transformation of the sickroom back to the media room. All the linens are done except the towels which has to wait until the day we leave. If I can do the recyclables tomorrow all I need to do before I leave for the open house is the master suite. I can do that. I probably won't die. But if I do die folding laundry, I reserve the right to put "I told you so" on my tombstone. You heard it here, folks.
I guess I should do something about that cocktail thing, too.
MC Hammer pants? Perhaps some sort of denim in an acid wash?
