Well, a lot got done over here in Hopperville.
Frankly, I’m exhausted. But satisfied.
I spent four hours over two days in manual labor
fighting a tactical retreat against nature here at the Homestead. This involved mowing the
crabgrass, clipping the hedges, sawing off splintered tree limbs, cleaning that
gross yellow tree pollen off everything, and a whole host of other activities.
I managed to fill four trash cans and eight leaf bags with vegetation debris to
be carted off. Stuffed the entire back of our Honda Pilot with branches and
dropped them off at the local recycling center. Assembled a deck table (a gift
to my family from my tax earnings) where we ate dinner one night after bug
bombing the yard. And this all had to be done strategically, as storm clouds
intermittently messed with my agenda.
Saturday morning the wife took the little ones down
the shore to visit with their grandpa. Me, I stayed local, ran some errands, entertained
the dog. Studied some tax stuff. Watched the ball game. Ate some Chinese (the
only time I eat Chinese is when the family’s away). They got back around 8,
beat, sweaty, and sunburnt, and took showers, one after the other, and then –
left me to go to bed! So I watched some random TV, surfed the web a bit, read
some of my books, and finally hit the hay around midnight.
The little ones served at Mass Sunday morning, then
spent the afternoon cleaning their rooms. My wife, for reasons I’ll explain
shortly, went to the basement office and worked until dinner at her job. I have
a 50-page booklet on depreciation I’m working my way through and will be tested
on for my work, so I did that for an hour or two. Then Little One and I watched
a bad 70s SF movie, Futureworld starring
Peter Fonda. A semi-sequel to the infinitely better Westworld, it held her attention and she was fooled by the couple
of twists at the end. But we both agreed it was a tad too long and meandering.
We group-graded it a C. Patch was fighting a cold, but, being Patch and unable
to sit still, was up and down the stairs a dozen times, practiced her
saxophone, cleaned out some sea shells, and read her Rick Riordan books.
Yesterday we drove in to the Bronx and watched the
Yanks ineffectively lose to the Astros, 5-1. Though the game overall wasn’t
exciting, there were a couple of exciting moments (Torres’s two leaping
line-drive catches and Greg Bird’s homer). We had decent seats if a bit too
high, and I got one heckuva sunburn from the overcast, 60-degree windy day. Had
a highly satisfying Stella Artois at the top of the seventh – of which a third
ended up on Little One after some mindless lady swung her purse right into my
hand. Oh well.
The wife will be flying down to Hilton Head tomorrow
morning, staying down there for five days to help her mom in the aftermath of
her stepfather’s passing. Dale didn’t want a funeral, so they’re not sure what
they’re going to do, with either the ashes or some sort of memorial service. My
mother-in-law is doing well from what I hear; her siblings have reached out to
her and she has friends down in South Carolina who have been supportive. During
the week Patch has a couple of soccer practices and a game on the weekend,
Little One has a field trip with the French club and a bridging ceremony, and I got to give the dog
some heartworm medication. Domestic bliss.
To honor those who gave their lives so we can have
ours, I did DVR 1965’s Battle of the
Bulge to watch and discuss with the Mrs., but life interfered. I may watch
it piecemeal during the week. I heard that it contains many historical
inaccuracies, of which I’m interested to see if I can detect, and that it does
not focus on historical leaders, instead choosing to tell the story through
fictional men. I may do a post on it in the near future.
Back to regularly-scheduled programming tomorrow …
Phew!
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