Weekend!
Maribou has had a houseguest visiting for the last week. A friend from out of town.
There is a part of me that says “I didn’t buy a house so I would have to wear pants after 6PM.” That said, there are rules about polite society and if you wish to be a part of it, sometimes you have to wear pants. I can’t wait until I get my house back. Though I do not say such things in front of the houseguest. Polite society and all. In any case, the house does not return to me until Sunday until which I am expected to remain polite/bepantsed. As such, I may as well be running errands if I’m going to be wearing pants anyway.
It’s the third of the three gates of summer and now I can say both “Where did the summer go?” and “Why in the heck are we still in Daylight Saving Time?”
You know, why in the heck are we still in Daylight Saving Time?
Anyway, the State Fair is this weekend and we usually go (I want to say we’ve missed it once in the last decade) and check out the various livestock, art exhibits, craft exhibits, and food exhibits (and pay five bucks for a lemonade and grumble before we taste it and then, after we take the first sip, remember “oh, yeah… that’s why we pay five bucks for lemonade”) but it looks like life has gotten too hectic again and, instead, we’ll merely be running around like headless chickens while one of us does the usual mix of errands and chores while finishing up and the other gets to some serious binging on the presence of the houseguest before she goes back to whence she came.
And *THEN*… I have Monday to myself. In my own house.
And I will not have to wear pants.
So… what’s on your docket?
(Photo is “Footrace finish line, 1925” from the Seattle Municipal Archives, used under a creative commons license)
A minor but tedious and time-consuming plumbing repair.
When I was at Lowe’s yesterday buying the various parts I’ll need, the woman checking me out asked me how I was doing. She found it hilarious that my answer was, “I’m buying plumbing parts. The only question is whether I’m doing moderately bad, or really bad.”Report
At least she was checking you out.Report
Need to finish putting together the kitchen cabinet.
I’m going to have to do Linky Friday link harvesting soon. I’d like to get a jump on it this weekend.
Not much to report other than that.Report
I finished bingeing S1 of Mr. Robot last night, so maybe I’ll actually go to bed early tonight.
Unless I decide to start bingeing Daredevil.Report
I think I have the house to myself most of this weekend. I’ll probably have pants on, albeit comfy ones, because it’s starting to get cold out. I just discovered the library has the latest installment of Charles Stross’s Laundry Files series available, so I’m going over there right now to check it out, and read it in one or two sittings this weekend.
There’s a get-together at a friend’s place tomorrow night. A good chance that means a slightly hung over Sunday morning (we both brew stuff, and want the other to try one of these and one of these…). Some bicycling. Some minor bits and bobs of reno work (finish sanding and painting the plaster around on the spots where the old molding reached the edge of the drywall but the new stuff doesn’t, which of course we didn’t realize until we’d finished painting).Report
Sounds like you have a full and very nice weekend ahead of you!Report
My enjoyment of the Laundry novels jumped heavily once I internalized the fact that Stross likes unreliable narrators, and that Word of God is that Bob — given he’s writing his own memoirs — is most certainly one.
It’s most telling when he discusses his love life (and his ex) because I know that guy. I know that song-and-dance, I’ve seen it live and in color. And I know the dragons that lurk underneath the heavy coats of subjective paint and recasting of facts to place the narrator in a better light.Report
Funny, I can’t think offhand of places where the narrator is making himself out to be particularly good at his relationship. Certainly he’s blaming a lot of the failure on the stress of their jobs and how they handle it, but he at least doesn’t seem to be painting Mhari as especially to blame, or himself as especially innocent.Report
Just quiet here. Pan frying a steak, reading decent french thrillers, working in the shop, chores I don’t like doing when C. is around, music, etc.Report
Didn’t brew last week after all, will try to brew this week. Weather is starting to cool off so that’ll help.
Doggy play-date with some neighbors who have an adorable basset hound and hopefully an appetite for bratwurst.
I’ve got a significant trial coming up in in five weeks, so maybe some work.Report
I had basset hounds growing up. Awesome pups! Have fun 🙂Report
Well, I failed to keep Jaybird up on recent developments – as it turns out, my houseguest and another of her friends won tickets to Phish at Red Rocks for tonight the first night they were here… and houseguest is flying out of DIA on Saturday. So she’s left already. And I miss her already, and would love to have kept her longer, but I also am looking forward to a mainly pantsless weekend.
I will have to put on either pants or a skirt Saturday afternoon and night, though, as I am needed to work in lieu of one of my student workers (who covered for me all week so I could do stuff with houseguest).
I’m hoping that we MIGHT make it to the State Fair, but it’ll be a squeaker between that and doing not much of anything. Think it depends on how much of not much of anything we manage to squeeze into our Saturday. (I went to the state-fair-equivalent while I was back in PEI, so I’m not as undeterrable as usual about the CO State Fair…)Report
I *love* fair food!!! It’s terrible for you, and I’d eat it every day until I got sick. 🙂
This weekend is a BIG weekend in the car business. I’ll be working my little buns off. The guys at work (I’m the only female car salesperson – surprise, surprise) say that I move too quickly and it makes the customers feel rushed. I can’t help that I naturally walk fast! I slow down when walking with the customers, but when I’m running for keys or whatnot, I walk fast. It’s just who I am. Anyway, hopefully I’ll sell at least two cars this weekend. And hopefully I make more than $75 a car this time. I really suck at selling cars. 🙁
BBQ at my sister’s house and the Oregon Museum of Science and Industry with Junior on Labor Day evening. Then it’s Junior’s first day of Kindergarten on Tuesday!!! You can find me crying in my car while he’s inside. I hate that he grows up so fast.Report
*This* is why I talked my sister in to hosting a Labor Day BBQ. Even though I woke up and thought about everything in the world I’d rather do today than go to a BBQ with my sister’s friends, I’m enjoying the heck out of this.Report