Not quite sure where the hours went yesterday. It was my day to sleep in, which accounted for the hours to about 9 (Kitten arose slightly before 6).
Ran off en masse on errands. A potential In-Law Project around Thanksgiving is replacing the cruddy, shoddy, single-paned French doors in the breakfast room. Margie suggested we check out the prices on what we want at a supply place that sold us the closet doors we put in upstairs.
Found the address, went cruising up that way. Get off the freeway at Broadway, go down to Mississippi … oops, traffic’s closed that way, due to undefined construction in the viaduct. Okay, down several blocks to Iowa, cut across to Santa Fe, turn right on Mississippi … and nothing.
Loop around again, turn left on Mississippi, go some blocks — there it is!
It’s closed!
Actually, it’s “We’ve Moved.” Which is amazing, since it’s a huge complex of buildings and lots. Must have cost a bundle to move.
Punch line #1. The place is now about a 5 minute drive from our house.
Punch line #2. They’re closed on Saturday, anyway.
Also hit up Lowes. Wanted to get an estimate on said doors. Unhelpful lady at the Help Desk informed us that we’d need to schedule an appointment with the installer ($25), would I like to use a credit card?
Maybe not so much.
Did pick up a new doorbell (another Project).
Kitten was going from fractious to Chaos Incarnate, so we simply went to the grocery store (picking up an Eggnog Latte from Starbucks for Margie, a Pepperment Mocha Frappacino for me, hot chocolate for the Kitten), then home. More errands today …
Once Kitten was down for nap (it’s about 2:30 by this time), I went out to do mulching work in the front yard.
Oh, wait — can’t mulch until I plant bulbs. Plant, plant, plant. We always buy about 500% more bulbs than we actually need, but this year it’s justified, as we’re converting (over the winter) some large swaths of lawn into garden, both around the new fence and next to the driveway. So there’s more than enough space for bulbs.
And more than enough bulbs for the space.
And then I realize I really need to finish double-screwing the fence pickets so that I don’t have to do it walking atop the mulch I’ll be laying down on the hillside. So that (incompletely) takes me to 5:30p.
At which time it’s when I have to get cleaned up, since we have our Hungry Flock church progressive dinner thang to do.
And that gets us home around 11p, after I walk the sitter home, at which point we crash.
And Kitten, who went down then, too, wakes up a few times overnight, and then finally decides to get up at 6a.
It’s amazing how unmotivated one can be at 6a.
So here I am, not having read any blogs, read any NaNoWriMo stuff, or written anything for over 24 hours. And today’s no better — church (chalicing and lectoring), brunch, undone errands (looking for a game for Katherine, possibly a video, too; the weekly CostCo run; looking for doors and/or doorbell buttons at Great Indoors and Restoration Hardware), then picking up some real mulch, finishing screwing with the fence (though the gates will be an In-Law Project), doing the mulch thang (lay down some newspaper across the new soon-to-be-ex-lawn areas, held down by bricks, raking the several hundred cubic feet of leaves that have fallen in the last few weeks on top of that, sprinking the top of that with cedar mulch), etc.
And, somewhere in there, all the other normal hasserei of Sunday. Plus a possible pre-vacation meeting, trying to watch Friday’s Firefly, and getting to bed at a reasonable hour.
And this is the weekend, a time of rest and relaxation, right?
Yeesh.
You said it!