FYI, this post is being written in stages throughout the day.
I left home at 5 a.m. for Seattle. Because Pam's in AZ with the family it's my responsibility to take care of the "dog," which in this case means dropping him off at a PetSmart in Tualatin OR where they board cheaper than the local place at home. I drive right by it on my way up so it's easy. Which means that at 7:20 I'm sitting in a McDonald's at the Nyberg Rd. exit having "breakfast" and a cup of hot black coffee. In a minute I'll get back in the car and drive two blocks to the aforementioned PetSmart and drop the "dog" off, then hop back on the freeway and drive on to Seattle.
Completing chores associated with being gone for the weekend meant I didn't get a post done yesterday. I made good progress on several fronts, almost all of them outside. When I get home I'll start removing the old wood stove and prepping for the new one we've already picked out. I'll have before/after pics of what might be a pretty involved process. It depends on what I find behind the ugly faux brick heat shield that was applied to the wall behind this stove. And how bad the floor is underneath the faux stone hearth beneath the stove.
Have I mentioned that I hate faux anything?
Unemployment is at 3.9%, the Dow is up 5,000 points since he took office, North Korea has released Americans it held prisoners and agreed to a summit, and the balance of trade with China is $9 billion better than it was a year ago.
Imagine what the President's poll numbers would be if someone took away his smart phone.
Sundae is due in two weeks and I leave for Brazil one month from now.
Life is gonna get busy.
OK, at a few minutes after noon I'm in Seattle, sitting in a Starbucks across the street from Spiro's Pizza, a family favorite. My mother and Mark are out running some errands and will call me in about an hour so we can meet there for lunch.
The drive is long and boring but traffic wasn't too bad through the metro areas and everything went smoothly. I drank too much diet Coke and ate too much stuff in order to keep awake and alert so I'm not feeling so much like pizza, but I'll manage. Spiro's is really good pizza.
It's now 8 p.m. and I'm waiting for mom. She is exhausted! Mark took her up to Marysville for a hair appointment before our lunch at Spiro's and that's like running a marathon when you're 95. Just getting in and out of the car is a major ordeal. So she's going to bed right away.
Which means an hour or two from now.
See, my mother is nothing if not particular. About everything. If you or I was exhausted we'd throw the bedspread back and climb under the covers.
[What? You wouldn't have to throw a bedspread back because it was never put up in the first place?? You clearly did NOT grow up in a MacDonald household!]
Here the bedspread has to be folded in a very precise way. And
At 95 you're also very, very slow. That is 110% understandable. I'm just stating what is the obvious for anyone who hasn't been around someone that old. So getting ready for bed takes almost as long as the time actually spent IN the bed.
Which is why it's 9:30 and she still isn't there.
I, on the other hand, can fall asleep anywhere at anytime (I grew up in church).
Good night.
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