8:44 am: Having painted a doorway and taped off some trim last night, I can almost smell success. I will finish painting the living room tonight! Once I do, my life will be complete – perfect even.
8:45 am: I race into the kitchen to make breakfast before I begin.
8:58 am: Drat! The Kitchen Gremlins have been at it again. They’ve absconded with the Mexican oregano, salsa and garlic. I make do with two scrambleds drenched in Green Tabasco and black pepper, and accompanied by a glass of uber strong coffee with milk.
9:09 am: Having scrambled my mind by reading the postings on the [redacted] board by McCain’s half-bats cousin, including his threat against Obama, I feel a degree of gratification that yesterday, I sent the link to that board to the Obama campaign.
9:13 am: I begin the final stage of caulking, taping and painting in the living room.
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9:32 am: While caulking the trim, I suddenly realize that the reason the McCainites are claiming that riots will break out in every Black community if Obama doesn’t win is because the most extreme of them are so prone to violence and may, in fact, commit violence themselves if McCain doesn’t get in.
9:34 am: I mean, I always knew it, but the evidence is stacking up.
Well, biscuit dear heart – if violence does break out you will be armed with paintbrushes and caulking gun to protect yourself!
As far as I can tell, the violence that can break out will be flying shrapnel from the exploding heads of all the News Pundits!
:dots: :puff: :dots: :puff:
9:46 am: I count my lucky stars that I live in a very small city with a very high minority population.
9:47 am: I reconsider when I remember that our wingnuts are so far out there, they are the equivalent of an entire NYC of wingnuts.
9:48 am: I check my store of sandpaper, insulation, turpentine and drillbits, in preparation for The Wingnut Riots of 2008. I shall defend myself with home maintenance implements and still be able to condition my hair, given my wise decision in 2005-2006 to stock up on expensive designer brands the minute they were closed out.
9:50 am: I run to the bathroom to count my bottles of expensive hair conditioner purchased for a song.
9:52 am: I return to caulking.
You didn’t answer the most important question: How many bottles of expensive hair conditioner purchased for a song?
10:03 am: I have six bottles of expensive hair conditioner purchased for a song.
10:04 am: I gloat in the knowledge that, while all hell is breaking loose around me, I will be sporting a shiny, luxurious mane.
Testing post time to see if I adjusted it properly, while contemplating biscuit’s shiny mane which will dazzle the zombies.
Realize that yes, I adjusted it properly, which completely goobers up the comment post order. I head for the database to fix things.
Success.
10:24 am: I post to see if I have adjusted the clock on my computer to the right time.
I am ready for our Sunday at the beach. In about an hour I will be drinking my coco drink and being silly with a group of friends. We all eat fish and some swim. I just enjoy the sun. There are critters in the water. Mantas and yellow belly sea serpents are common here. We do a little beach shopping and just enjoy watching the families.
10:25 am: I suffer a pang of envy as I contemplate the possibilities of a coco drink.
10:26 am: I return to caulking.
11:14 am: Oh no! It’s 75 degrees out! But I can’t work on outside chores, I *have* to finish the living room!
11:15 am: I check the long range forecast. 60s through next weekend. Panic subsides.
11:17 am: I realize I have finished caulking, except for a few stray spots here and there. Victory! Now I can really get down to painting.
11:18 am: I rush to the back door, prop it open, rush back into the living room, grab the bird cage and rush it outside, despite screams of protest from Ernest and Calliope.
11:19 am: I return to painting.
2:13 pm: Victory! Victory is at hand!!!
Hurrah! I love the smell of victory in the afternoon.
I just walked in the door and a rush of panic came over me when I realized that we forgot to pay our bill at the beach. The beach we go to is in another town and after a call to Jean we decided to pay next week.
argh. Forgotten bills!
Hello everyone!
What a day you all have had. Do I need glasses to come here and look at the biscuit’s glowing mane??? Or contemplate Mango’s coco drink? Methinks Kate does more before breakfast on the weekend than all of us put together!
I have spent the last few days gathering and cooking. Last night was our Samhain Ritual and Supper. I made a tribute to my Mother-her Chicken Spaghetti. The ritual was very meaningful to us all-a kind of ‘dia de los muertos’ walked on a spiral with the altar in the middle.
Today I am gathering and prepping for the Slow Cooker Lasagna for 25 and Dem Donkey Shortbread for the Dem HQ tomorrow. Tues is egg salad sandwiches, roasted tomatillo salsa, roasted tomatillo guacamole, chips and cinnamon brownies for 25.
Headed out in a few minutes to a friend’s who is pressing some apple cider in their homemade press. I am trading apple chutney and cucumber relish for some cider!
At church this morning our leader talked on “Vote, of Course! Then, Repent!” It was about the fact that freedom in America doesn’t mean we can have anything we want and more, more, more of what we do have in our day to day lives and how we need to think about being more frugal ourselves and frugal to help all on this planet AND the very planet we live on. Very powerful.
Gosh, I LOVE living here!
Have fun at your friend’s. Your leader’s talk is right on point.
No, that would be biscuit. I appreciate the vote of confidence, though.
4:11 pm: I have finished painting the trim, doors and windows. Victory! I am victorious!
4:12 pm: I begin clean up painting to cover all the holes I had to fill and paint I overshot on.
Whew! biscuit, I applaud your success and your shining, victorious mane.
Kate, biscuit and Scotia – you three are so accomplished that I had to take a nap for all three of you. I think mango and I have the same approach to Sundays, only I don’t have a beach and a coco drink, so I just take a siesta.
I always talk to all my siblings on Sunday mornings, and that can be exhausting…I have to repeat over and over “I’m OK…” and it gets tiring after awhile.
But I thoroughly enjoyed the extra hour today!
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