Timelies all!
Back from CT. Things went well for the most part. The Sea Songs Festival was fun(great weather!) and we ran into some folks we know from the folk retreat we go to every year. Everybody at the party thought Mr. S was adorable. However, the cold thingy that I was dealing with is still around, complete with recurring cough that Robitussin does little to help and a voice that either sounds like I smoke 3 packs a day or can't talk above a whisper. If I'm still having problems tomorrow, I'm calling my doctor.(or at least her group)
Tonight ltc became hysterical at dinner about bath time even though we told her no bath tonight. I was able to get her to eat a little by showing her Youtube videos on my phone. Send cocktails.
Clusterfuck all week at the pool. Short staffed, interim director is on vacay and storms predicted. Gonna be a cranky week. Already emailed director because the guards are so stressed out and exhausted and this is all mgmt's fuck up and there is no excuse for it. The pool is probably the most heavily patronized neighborhood resource in summer & they keep treating it like the bastard cousin. They need a dedicated pool director, not a hybrid ( awesome one just left to a different Y and they decided to hybrid the job. It suckedlast time they did this too.)
I know some people have issues with it, but I just used Alexa to wake my dad up in Twin Lakes and tell him to call me when we were worrying because it's so hot and we just got back from traveling and hadn't heard from him. He wasn't hearing phone/texts because the phone was in another room. That's huge.
Good use of available technology, brenda!
brenda - that is very cool.
nice!
I need to put on my Tyvek suit and scrape some paint. There is not enough "don't wanna" in the Western Hemisphere. But every day scraping is one less day we'll have to live in the basement.
Over the past three days, I have almost completely uncluttered the bedroom. I have found a lot of floor. My entire wardrobe has been organized. I found the lost kingdom of safety pins and black rubber bracelets from the 80s. I also sorted a bunch of clothes to be sold, and have many bags to be donated. I feel like msbelle would be proud of me.
Of course, this means that there's still the rest of the house to tackle. But one room at a time.
