My day, annotated.
Jan. 11th, 2003 08:41 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
resonantWrote a thousand words of "Transfigurations." Mostly involving magical treatments for smoke inhalation and Malfoy mocking the intelligence of Gryffindors.
Replaced the belt on the vacuum cleaner. This is a job that requires both physical strength and manual dexterity, so naturally it took me nearly 45 minutes.
Vacuumed the entire downstairs. And then discovered that the vacuum was doing nothing but moving dust from one place to another. At least the dust and cat hair are evenly distributed now.
Washed out my sinuses with salt water. So as to remove the airborne dust and cat hair that ended up there.
Made two dozen devil's food cupcakes. Because tomorrow we'll have half a dozen preschoolers and their parents over for a birthday party. That's if they all come, since only 3 of their parents RSVP'd. I may have an awful lot of cupcakes left over. And what a tragedy that would be. They're too good for kids, anyway. Especially with ganache frosting.
Edited an article the spouse wrote. Because his editor considers a story "edited" as soon as she's run a spell-checker on it. So he counts on me to point out to him when he's used "unique," "in this day and age," and "Renaissance man" in one paragraph and offer my cliche-reducing services.
Amused the birthday child by making up new songs to the tune of "Head and Shoulders, Knees and Toes." For instance: "Ants and beetles, fleas and toads (fleas and toads)/Ants and beetles, fleas and toads (fleas and toads)/And mice and deer and mo-squi-toes/Ants and beetles, fleas and toads (fleas and toads)."
E-mailed the Tech Goddess's husband, the Good Bad Boy, because he asked for my pound cake recipe. Offered to make him a pound cake any time he wants in exchange for him teaching me to fix a running toilet. The Good Bad Boy is the one who taught me to replace the socket on a lamp and to fix a window with a broken sash weight. Crush on the Good Bad Boy exceeded only by crush on the Tech Goddess herself. Am even mildly attracted to their college-age sons. Would be afraid of going to hell, if I believed in hell.
Replaced the belt on the vacuum cleaner. This is a job that requires both physical strength and manual dexterity, so naturally it took me nearly 45 minutes.
Vacuumed the entire downstairs. And then discovered that the vacuum was doing nothing but moving dust from one place to another. At least the dust and cat hair are evenly distributed now.
Washed out my sinuses with salt water. So as to remove the airborne dust and cat hair that ended up there.
Made two dozen devil's food cupcakes. Because tomorrow we'll have half a dozen preschoolers and their parents over for a birthday party. That's if they all come, since only 3 of their parents RSVP'd. I may have an awful lot of cupcakes left over. And what a tragedy that would be. They're too good for kids, anyway. Especially with ganache frosting.
Edited an article the spouse wrote. Because his editor considers a story "edited" as soon as she's run a spell-checker on it. So he counts on me to point out to him when he's used "unique," "in this day and age," and "Renaissance man" in one paragraph and offer my cliche-reducing services.
Amused the birthday child by making up new songs to the tune of "Head and Shoulders, Knees and Toes." For instance: "Ants and beetles, fleas and toads (fleas and toads)/Ants and beetles, fleas and toads (fleas and toads)/And mice and deer and mo-squi-toes/Ants and beetles, fleas and toads (fleas and toads)."
E-mailed the Tech Goddess's husband, the Good Bad Boy, because he asked for my pound cake recipe. Offered to make him a pound cake any time he wants in exchange for him teaching me to fix a running toilet. The Good Bad Boy is the one who taught me to replace the socket on a lamp and to fix a window with a broken sash weight. Crush on the Good Bad Boy exceeded only by crush on the Tech Goddess herself. Am even mildly attracted to their college-age sons. Would be afraid of going to hell, if I believed in hell.
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Date: 1/11/03 08:22 pm (UTC)Fixing running toilets isn't hard. If your local wonder isn't available, get me on IRC sometime, and I'll step you through it. Or look at www.toiletology.com!
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Date: 1/11/03 09:12 pm (UTC)Be warned that it tends to multiply. She kept calling out, "Now do food!" And I'd go, "Um ... Bread and butter, cheese and toast (cheese and toast) ..." And she'd go, "Now animals on a farm!" and I'd go, "Um ... Hens and roosters, geese and goats (geese and goats) ..."
get me on IRC sometime, and I'll step you through it. Or look at www.toiletology.com!
If I tell you that the Good Bad Boy looks a little bit like Gabriel Byrne, and that I have a permanent mental picture of this little shuffle of the cowboy boots he once made while the four of us were out square dancing, and that the first words he ever spoke to me were, "Pleased to meet you. Do you believe that humans came out of the sea?" -- then you'll understand why there are some things I prefer to pretend can't be learned via the internet.
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Date: 1/13/03 10:03 am (UTC)And since yesterday seemed to be a singing day, we have a new one: The newest one: changing the words to the Johnny Cash song, "Five Feet High and Rising" to describe what my son was doing when he was 2 ft fall, 3 ft tall, 4 ft tall, etc.
Re the Good Bad Boy -- don't let me get in the way of harmless lust!
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Date: 1/12/03 12:30 am (UTC)Ahhh... ALWAYS entertaining.