November 16, 2011

You Really Pay Attention

You guys pay attention, and have for years! I post about celebrating Beth's birthday and you guys ask if I made fettuccine Alfredo. Seriously, if I was a junior high school English teacher I'd be handing out A+ grades for years of great reading comprehensive. During the course of the last couple weeks, actually, I've realized that like the final season of Lost, I've managed to leave quite a few plot threads unanswered. So allow me to tie a few of those up for you. (It's a sad excuse for a post, sure, but it's all I got right now.)

Celebratory Alfredo. I did, in fact, make Celebratory Fettuccine Alfredo, Beth's most favorite food. It was wonderful if I do say so myself (and I do) as anything would be with that amount of butter, cheese and cream. I think I might have grown another butt.

Renovations. We haven't come all that far in our renovation plans. In fact, we're just where we were when I last talking about it. We call it "the planning phase" but really we're just sitting on our asses. In our heads, we've already destroyed a living room and a dining room, expanded our garage, built a sunroom and added a new deck and fire pit. Ahh, but there's the whole issue of budget.

Rehearsals. Mia and Beth continue to rehearse for their grand Christmas production. They're usually out two or three nights a week. This allows Owen and I some male bonding time and, after he's out, some prime sitting on my ass time. Which is great what with that new butt I grew from the fettuccine.

Work. Work is work. I'm busy. I'm busier than busy, actually. Luckily, I'm getting busy in the basement. Wait. That didn't sound right. What I meant to say is that I'm working from home quite a bit. The two flights of stairs are far better than the 45 minute, 11 mile commute (yes you read that right) I face when I try to drive to my actual office.

Music. I've lapsed into this odd progressive rock phase where songs are about as long as your average sitcom. It's kind of where I started musically. I've come full circle.

Death. Speaking of coming full circle, Owen is still obsessed with death. Specifically, Uncle Dick's death. We'll be having a nice conversation around the dinner table about, you know, Mia's homework or my day at work and then Owen busts out, "so when you die, daddy, will you get burned and go in a small box or get buried in the ground?" It's not like he's obsessed. He's just intensely curious at very odd times.

There. I think you're all caught up. And how are you?

Posted by Chris at November 16, 2011 7:25 AM

Glad to get a quick summary - I was actually wondering about your renovations just the other day.

Elliot is obsessed with death right now. But in a weepy, "I don't want to die!" way. It's tough to deal with :( And then yesterday the 3rd grade went to see 1000 Paper Cranes which is about a girl who lived in either Hiroshima or Nagasaki during the time they were bombed. Then 10 years later she developed leukemia and died. Cheery, huh? So that brought it all up again. Sigh.

Anyway, other than that, we are all fine! The husband is in Las Vegas "working" this week.

Posted by: Elizabeth at November 16, 2011 9:21 AM

HAHA Thanks Chris! Although, I was hoping for fabulous pictures and exciting information. But I suppose if you were mid-construction we would have heard about it.

Posted by: punkinnoodle at November 16, 2011 10:34 AM

Thanks!! Ooooh a fire pit would be wonderful!

Posted by: niki at November 16, 2011 11:00 AM

Doing okay. Feeling a little down since developing a sinus infection. I'm on some antibiotics (again) and hopefully I will feel better soon.

Posted by: Maribeth at November 16, 2011 11:06 AM

lola has the same obsession.... we've had really hard conversations just like that in the car where i'm trying to answer her questions without letting her see that i'm crying behind my sunglasses, sad that she's thinking about me dying, or her dying. i've tried to reassure her that she will be an old old woman when she dies (or when i die) and then she just cries harder saying she's scared of old people!

Posted by: kati at November 16, 2011 2:57 PM

45 minutes for 11 miles? The recent New York Marathon results remind me that there are athletes in the world who could probably beat you to work by going ON FOOT.

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