My hometown...Grace talked about her favorite pizza place. They still remember us when we go back! The "pizza guy" has known us since way before Grace. He has seen our kids grow up...even though we're long distance customers...."How's Boston?"..."How's Connecticut?"...."Here's the girl with the big brown eyes!" Small-town. Hometown. Nice.
Grace drove today....2 hours straight...highways. bridges...traffic. Phew! Awesome girl....and driver. Mom or "wheels Gramma" as Biff called her...would be proud. I this k she may have been watching over us today! Phew! Breathe.
Cleaning the Legos in the washing machine seemed like a perfectly genius plan. This was no impulsive thought. Although I may be considered impetuous to some, I also have a compulsive side to me....maybe not a side....a part of a side....a bit of a side...oh alright! ....a tiny tidbit of me that stops to things through. Okay. Maybe not all things. Maybe I could take an extra minute or two to consider the outcome.
That sounds like a plan .....for next time. You see, we have a gazillion Legos in our house. That may be less than the number we had last year at this time ...before the flooded basement.....but a few zillion missing legos can't stop our Lego-mania! It's a numbers game.
Legos in the gazillions take huge amount of little Lego people years to dust and clean the millions of houses, castles, ships and tankers...and even bakeries and beach houses and cars. After our immense Lego collection was reduced by an act of God....and the flood cleanup company....it seemed like a great idea to start fresh. Legos, no longer being an everyday activity, seemed to be crying out for cleaning...maybe it was the little construction men or Harry Potter or the scuba diver or fireman calling to.me...it seemed like a good idea to wash them.
I thought this over...intermittently....for a few months. I bought that mesh laundry bag with the long drawstring months ago. After doing every piece of laundry in the whole house. it seemed like a good time.
This morning I took on the whole Lego army......or one eighth of the battalion anyway. I poured them frm their organized tubs...into the large mesh laundry bag and tossed them carefully into the Maytag.
Did I know the mesh bag would be speared by a Lego tree or broom or ladder...and rip the mesh holes and end up in a washing machine free-for-all?
Today. Lots of ebay work today. Driving T.J to meet friends.dogs for a ride in car, a couple of errands. Out. Dogs out. With me. Windows open. Happy.
Who's happier than me when the laundry is clean and folded? No matter who does it! Ahhhhhh.
See Biff. See laundry. See Biff fold laundry. My hero. My sensitive new age man. We all do stuff. I can paint, mow the lawn, move furniture, use power tools, plunge a toilette, wash dishes and scrub the dickens out of our crazy white kitchen floor. Biff can do laundry, cook dinner, wield an axe, grocery shop, vacuum and bake muffins. We each just do what has to get done. No biggie.
That's just how we do it. Somehow, we figured out what works for us. Kind of. Sometimes we overlap.
I do laundry. Sometimes I can be a bit heavy handed with the bleach....oh....and then there's the matter of the lipsticks. Yes plural. If Fitz didn't eat it, that means it may have been in my pocket ....unemptied...and tossed. inadvertently into the wash. Not once. Not twice. I imagine we're into double digits by now.
Good thing Biff does plenty of work....at the end of our last century, someone thought to call a guy like Biff "hands on." I think my sensitive new age man may just be doing defense!
See Biff drive. See Biff drive away. See Biff hit the gas to get out if the house. See Biff very motivated to get to his office "to work." Way back when, pre-parenthood, Biff and I were visiting friends with their new baby. Their first daughter, 2 years old, asked the mom, where does daddy go?" Our friend answered, "Daddy goes on vacation at a place called Pfizer." We all laughed. Then we had kids. Now Biff and I say Biff is going on vacation whenever he goes to work, leaving me home with kids....even if they're not new babies.
See Biff with computer case. See Biff run. See Biff run with computer. See Griff run with computer to his office. On vacation days like this, our house is not quiet. Can I go too? Please. We are all home. All of us...mom, dad, kids, dogs, kitties and goldfish. Snow is keeping us close to home...again. After a weekend of cleaning and working on eBay, I never left the house. Really. I love being home. Although, during vacation and time off from school, it sure is nice to get away. This year we hope to ski some more this week. It's that balance again....balance of time...money....work...family. We all try our best.
See Biff work. See Biff work at home. See Biff work on computer. See Biff work hard. See Biff desperate to have quiet so he can work.
Lots of paperwork to do. That's Boo helping out today. As I reached for paper towels in the pantry today I found a roll that had rolled off the shelf. I wondered how it had gotten into such rough shape. The first 3 layers were in shreads. I knew I was "on a roll" cleaning this weekend with my trusty Bounty Towels..."the quicker picker upper." While Biff and I looked at the roll we realized once again, Boo was helping out. It wasn't that hard to figure out since he left a "paper trail."
Life. Creatures in our home make life so much nicer. Living. Always different. Always something. Personalities. Living together with our family, our personalities and our animals have lots of personality.
We never know where we'll find this Kitty. While in the midst of a cleaning frenzy I found Boo saddled up in the box of Selzer. He loves to be a part of the action ...always. If only he would help me clean. In his own way, I suppose he thinks he does lend a helping paw. He sits in the plastic Hefty bag while I fill it. He takes naps on some clean laundry, warm from the dryer. He also has an affinity for rolls of paper towels and toilet paper. Like everyone else who helps out around the house, I don't want to do anything to discourage him.
Always by my side. Loyal. Loving. Gentle. What a gift for me to have her as my very first dog.
That's the cute face. Don't let her fool you.
Daylight. Just a little more each day. I'll take it. Funny how we're teased with a few mild days....and still, the weather report is calling for snow on Sunday or Monday? Good thing we like to ski!
Fitz can't keep her paws off of my coffee. I'd better start drinking decaf. The last thing she needs is caffeine.
Whose side is she on?
