Sarah Palin...welcome aboard!

 

Plugging my ears

I am not a very political person by choice. Frankly, politics don't interest me that much, though I don't bury my head in the sand. I recognize some men have done a better job than others as President. I voted for the current president, but know the economy is in the toilet. I supported him sending troops to Iraq, but also believe it's time to come home. Not all of this is his fault, though he is the scapegoat.

But I am already tired of hearing what the other candidate is or is not doing. Can't a candidate (both of them, please!) just stick to what they plan to do and how they plan to do it? Walking through the grocery store parking lot last night, a man felt he needed to share his views by blaring (it could be heard on the other side of the parking lot) the Democratic National Convention on the radio. If I wanted to listen to that, I would have been at home on my couch doing so. Just like I wouldn't blare whatever I am listening to and force it on others.  That is rude. I hope the next two months fly by.

First day of School 2008

Two freshmen, one senior.  Something about seeing a senior drive off to school for her last "First day of school" kind of makes me feel old.  But how can I feel old when it also seems like it was about 3 weeks ago that I walked her into Mrs. Tsuchiguchi's Kindergarten class? How did it happen that my youngest are starting high school when I'm certain it was no more than six months ago that my husband and I brought these four pound babies home from the hospital?  When did my oldest grow up, moving out and starting a life of her own?

Why can't things slow down so I can enjoy every moment just a little longer?

The tormenters are now The Tolerables.

The tormenters are becoming more tolerable every day.  Once they became quiet (and less messy), they soon became people I looked forward to seeing each morning.  Except that they generally arrive before my coffee is finished brewing.  Then they proceed to work into the dinner hour.  Not that I'm cooking dinner, but still...

Before:

During:

After:

I can't possibly post the AFTER pictures until they're DONE.  Silly. :)

 

Anybody interested in buying a very cool dresser?

Pounding, Crashing

The pounding was getting louder by the second. This only meant one thing to me: the men were nearing at a rate I never expected. With each crashing noise and whirring of their tools, I soon expected to be face to face with the tormenters who had made my last 24 hours a living nightmare. The 15 hour break during the night was a solace to me, but I knew they would pursue their mission after they rested. Did they have a new plan for today? For now, I remained safe behind my closed door, knowing little would separate me, should the tormenters complete their task today. While the sound is deafening and my head is beginning to throb, I hear faint sounds of Jackson Browne playing in the background. "The Load Out" lyrics came to me easily and became my new focus. Maybe they will get me through the uncertainty of the next few hours. The pounding. The drilling. The air compressor that is providing power to the tormentors. It's ceaseless now. How many tormentors are there, anyway? An early, quick glimpse revealed two, but perhaps a third has joined them by now. At any rate, I am outnumbered. Today should be the end of the noise, the mess, and the need to hide behind a closed door.

And so goes day two of our flooring remodel. Thank goodness for wireless internet.