*squints* It's Monday, already?
Oct. 20th, 2003 07:33 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kyburgThat was fast.
This weekend was spent talking. Or sleeping. Very little else. Well, maybe not - much housework was accomplished, because Teh Mommie is coming to visit on Sunday!
(I have a Danish mother. 100%, white-glove dustless, faster than a raging hurricane, Danish mother - it had better be perfect, or you get The Look. Make a saving throw.)
The motivating statement to Jim? "We'd better have everything done or they'll feel sorry for me." It would be lamer if it wasn't true.
The reward? Both she and Sis gushed in their praise of how nice Mah House looks. Mark this one on your callendars - I'll be living on it for a year.
However, I am still coming off the bronchitis and do Hyatt imitations often. This is Family Week at Skechers - I should get an award. Four generations, 29 pairs of shoes, less than two hours. That's what everyone was in for - and everyone was happy happy when it was over. We were 10 people, because Cedric came along - and we all tromped over to Mitsuwa for lunch afterward. Then went into the market for ice cream. My grand-nephew wants all the Gundam toys. He got one on my say-so and now I rock. Everyone liked their food, everyone liked the place, it was good-good all around.
A year, I tell you.
Godzilla is telling me to retire him. As in the hard drives are now getting flakey and sometimes, it doesn't know what to do with the data it gets from the network. Jim is looking at the lowest, cheapest *anything* on the shelf - and I don't want to do that route. I want to put another Legacy into service. I want to go finish the machine we've been buying pieces for -
The tree out back is a quince - the first ripe fruit fell off over the weekend. When the rest come on, it's going to be a deluge. Go look through your oldest canning books for something other than quince marmelade - let me know what you find. Pweeeze?
And for my next trick, going to work and acting alert.
This weekend was spent talking. Or sleeping. Very little else. Well, maybe not - much housework was accomplished, because Teh Mommie is coming to visit on Sunday!
(I have a Danish mother. 100%, white-glove dustless, faster than a raging hurricane, Danish mother - it had better be perfect, or you get The Look. Make a saving throw.)
The motivating statement to Jim? "We'd better have everything done or they'll feel sorry for me." It would be lamer if it wasn't true.
The reward? Both she and Sis gushed in their praise of how nice Mah House looks. Mark this one on your callendars - I'll be living on it for a year.
However, I am still coming off the bronchitis and do Hyatt imitations often. This is Family Week at Skechers - I should get an award. Four generations, 29 pairs of shoes, less than two hours. That's what everyone was in for - and everyone was happy happy when it was over. We were 10 people, because Cedric came along - and we all tromped over to Mitsuwa for lunch afterward. Then went into the market for ice cream. My grand-nephew wants all the Gundam toys. He got one on my say-so and now I rock. Everyone liked their food, everyone liked the place, it was good-good all around.
A year, I tell you.
Godzilla is telling me to retire him. As in the hard drives are now getting flakey and sometimes, it doesn't know what to do with the data it gets from the network. Jim is looking at the lowest, cheapest *anything* on the shelf - and I don't want to do that route. I want to put another Legacy into service. I want to go finish the machine we've been buying pieces for -
The tree out back is a quince - the first ripe fruit fell off over the weekend. When the rest come on, it's going to be a deluge. Go look through your oldest canning books for something other than quince marmelade - let me know what you find. Pweeeze?
And for my next trick, going to work and acting alert.
