Weekend Plans Post: Crossing the Finish Line
We had the electrical box put in last week. This week was the inspection.
And we passed. Whew. So no more strangers coming to the house, drilling holes in the wall, and being loud, loud, loud.
And since the kitties are rambunctious in such a way that makes it so that we dare not open the front door, we have to put the kitties away whenever we want to do something like “get the mail” or “take the bins to the curb” or “let an electrician in the house”. The front yard has grasshoppers, you see. Some grasses to bite. Some rocks to run on. And you wouldn’t believe the smells! So we have to spend a half hour getting them back inside whenever they run out. This has pretty much changed everything about how we do anything.
Say what you will about elderly kitties, but they go out sniff once, then say “that’s enough of that” and come back inside.
These guys? Rambunctious.
Anyway, the electric stuff is done which means we can go through all of the stuff we had to remove from the storage space and ask “why were we keeping this?” and throw it in the trash or the recycling. And *THEN* everything will be done and the opportunity to relax will finally be in our grasp.
This weekend will be spent going through and getting rid of the old stuff (or, at least, hiding it in the storage space again) and then having a card game with dear friends on Saturday night and then going over to mom’s on Sunday and catching up with her and telling her stories about the kitties and then… well, back to work on Monday (but, at least, we won’t have to deal with workers coming over).
All in all, a lovely weekend full of friends and family which means that Friday night is the night I have where I can just sit.
So… what’s on your docket?
(Featured image is “Throne”. Photo taken by Jaybird this time.)
I’m getting ready for a few days of bachelor life. My wife leaves for a conference Sunday morning and returns on Wednesday. What does that mean? I have no idea, other than cooking for one instead of two, and maybe ordering from the Thai place she doesn’t really like. Oh, and having to go home on lunch breaks to take care of animals. I guess bachelor life isn’t all that great, really.Report
The worst is when Maribou leaves on Sunday or Monday.
If she leaves on Friday I can think something like “maybe I’ll go see a movie!” and check the listings or (like you said) get food from that place she hates.
If she leaves on a Sunday? What the heck are you going to do on a Sunday?Report
My entire household is recovering from what is the worst cold I can remember having in ages, and has definitely been worse than my 2 stints with covid. I think we are finally all passed the peak.
Which is good, because the big weekend plan, after all kinds of babysitting strings being pulled, is for my wife and I to go with a couple of friends to ALDS game 1 in Baltimore. Nothing would be nicer than an O’s playoff victory. It is also my wife’s birthday, and she has requested a free pass to lunch with her friends, sans children on Sunday, meaning it is me solo versus the small people through the big part of the day. Hopefully I survive.Report
I hope that’s not the one I’ve got. This cold hasn’t been bad, but it’s been moving at like 1/3 the pace. I’m on Day 10 and the heavy drainage is just kicking in. The Barry White vocal phase lasted forever.Report
I am on day 11 or 12 and still coughing up phlegm. I actually have muscle soreness in my chest and lats from coughing so much. It is consistently draining a little more and getting a little better every day so I haven’t gone to the doctor, but it is a bear. My wife is on day 7 or 8 and just getting passed the worst.
My oldest son who was household patient 0 is still coughing once in a while and he first showed symptoms 4 weeks ago. I assume I still will be 2 weeks from now.Report
OK, so I guess I know what’s on my docket.
Actually, it hasn’t been too bad so far. Your description sounds like bronchitis though. Rot13: Guvf vf whfg tebff gb gnyx nobhg, ohg gur gryygnyr fvta sbe oebapuvgvf vf jura lbh’er pbhtuvat hc terra. Naq, vg fubhyq tb jvgubhg fnlvat, vs lbh rire fgneg pbhtuvat hc ehfg/oybbq pbybe, frr n qbpgbe vzzrqvngryl.Report
Okay, guys. We’ve got Frozen, we’ve got Frozen II, and if you’re not good, we’ve got the live-action remake of Aladdin. Who wants pizza for breakfast?Report
Three day weekend for me. We’ve got family coming in to visit but they’re not arriving until late Saturday and leaving early Monday, and they’re not likely to require much from us aside from a place to sleep, so hopefully no big deal.
Minor pet emergency yesterday when Nala, the dog who likes to eat things she really shouldn’t, presented with a messy mess of what appeared to be plastic strips and strings hanging from her bum. I admit to being partially amused at her “half-distressed/half-exited” demeanor when I got out the leash take her to the vet. Luckily she passed whatever-it-was (the closest description I have is “nasty owl pellet”) on her own about 20 minutes after getting to the emergency vet…and then we sat for 4+ hours waiting for xrays (which is perfectly reasonable considering the now-low urgency of Nala’s case vs. the life-threatening cases ahead of us). But the ordeal certainly made for a long day for everyone.
Tonight I hope to do a whole lot of nothing, with a bit of not a lot thrown in for fun.Report
We have the opposite problem. We have 7 cats (piu o meno) that all live outside and sometimes like to dash inside then hide under shelves or, heaven forbid, scoot down into the basement where they can hide like WW2 veterans in the jungle.
The Marchmaine tradition is to procure the Advent Tree on Gaudete Sunday and then decorate on Christmas Eve. This sounds very orderly and regular until you realize (by trial and error, usually) that Gaudete Sunday can fall rather close to Christmas such that most of the Civilian Christmassers have long since acquired their tree and the Tree Vendors are deep in their cups wondering how they are going to get rid of the scraggly Charlie Brown trees that are left. At which point I would enter, brimming with Gaudete Sunday Christmas Spirit and suffer the worst possible dried-out needle dropping misshapenly crookebacked stumpy tree you could imagine.
Anyhow, I was kicked-off the Christmas Tree acquisition committee round-about 2013. Fair enough. But, since then the Christmas Tree process has become ever more elaborate and multi-stepped with various stakeholders being added to the decision structure.
I tell you all this so that I might inform you that THIS WEEKEND we have to go to a Christmas Tree Farm to select/reserve our Tree so that on Gaudete Sunday (this year falling a scant week before Christmas) we might bother another soul to cut it down for us. Personally I preferred just grabbing the last tree off the lot.
Oh, and our Pig-guy just dropped off the Primals, so we’ll be butchering and making bacon/pancetta this weekend.Report
I’m just going to sit very quietly for a bit and not make plans, as Norovirus is burning through campus. So far I’ve managed to avoid it but I know if I confidently said “I am going antiquing tomorrow!” I’d wake up vomiting at 3 am.
I do need to do a grocery shop, I should just do that locally despite there not being great choices here. I still have to economize after a ruinously expensive late summer, and if I drive the hour’s round trip for better shopping, then I’ll want to pop into the Ulta, and see if there’s anything new at the quilt shop, and, and, and.
And also, it’s OU/Texas weekend, which means if I go out on the interstate I will need to time it carefully to avoid the traffic down and the traffic back.
I really WANT to go out of town for shopping but am trying to talk myself out of it, in other words.
(How I wish we had good shopping that was closer, or at least another hour’s-round-trip option that didn’t involve braving tailgate-bound or post-tailgate fans)Report
There are a couple of songs I’ve been listening to over the past week or so.
The first is from Lana del Rey.
This song got a lot of play on the so-called “alternative” stations but when I sat down and listened to it, like, *FOR REAL* over the last few days, I couldn’t help but think that I had stumbled onto something. Holy cow. Check out the lyrics. She’s giving away all of her secrets.
This is like listening to Husker Du.
I simultaneously feel like I am learning sacred knowledge at the same time that I am taking a deep breath of fresh air into my lungs after being under water for half a minute.
The other song was a song that played nigh 24/7 on MTV back when it came out:
Robert Plant is a good artist, maybe even a great artist, but the song did not deserve half of the airplay that it got.
Though it is a nice time capsule.
I bought the album and played the heck out of it. I preferred both “heaven knows” and “ship of fools” to the one that got all of the MTv airplay but… it’s nice to watch a video from your youth, isn’t it?
Man. We knew nothing back then, didn’t we? They put all of the camera work on the bombshell blonde and relatively little on the hairspray brunette and downright nothing on her backup partner… and those two are the most interesting chicks in the video!!!
Man, the 80s were wild.Report