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