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23.8.04

busy, busy weekend.

saturday wasn't too bad - i trimmed the hedge in front of the house so we can actually see out the windows again because the new grad students are all coming over on tuesday and the hedge won't regrow in the meantime, but in doing so, i got this massive blister under my ring finger on the left (it's always been an area prone to blisters, though, it's not because of the Sparkly) and also - this is new and probably due entirely to the fact that i don't like taking off the Sparkly and try to avoid doing so at all costs - a weird sort of bloody spot above the Sparkly. so next time i hack those bushes to pieces (which really they seem to like - our bushes look MUCH better than all our neighbors' bushes, and i can't really 'one-up the Joneses' on much, so it's nice to have the best hedge in the immediate vicinity. And our lawn isn't half bad either. Especially since m edged it on sunday. But we're still on saturday, here.) i have to remember to remove the Sparkly so as to not get the weird bloody spot. It looks kind of like a hickey. so also the dogs got a bath and a brush from Petco (and denali got some extra brush upon his arrival at home, because the Petco people obviously have no experience in dealing with double-coated coyote dogs) and some nice fat chickeney chewies and i got another pair of yoga pants for belly class. I like getting yoga pants for belly class - the fit is entirely different, and i've never been a small before. Because in yoga, you need stretchy and comfy and not self-conscious. But for now, with belly, i need to know if i'm jiggling properly. it's great fun. i haven't been a small since ... when i was little i was barely supposed to hit five feet tall - i was in the third percentile, or something. Well. That was saturday.

Sunday we got up early early and cleaned the garage. Which was extra yucky because there was this dead cockroach that had been hiding behind the plant-pots (and that actually i'd seen before, established that it was dead, and left there because i hate dealing with cockroaches on any level and knowing somewhere in the back of my head that there was a dead cockroach behind the plant-pots in the garage was better than moving the plant-pots and actually cleaning and having to deal with the dead cockroach) .. and anyway i finally had to deal with the dead cockroach. Yeeurrgh. But. And anyway we'd had a nice omelet first full of feta and basil and good things. Then off to Lowes to get a decent shelf to put everything on and some work gloves and some canoe-holding-hooks to suspend the canoe somehow from the ceiling of the garage. Oh, hey m, what about the attic? Because we can still get in, and a canoe is long and skinny and fits perfectly through the attic door. Maybe. Worth a shot. And the guy at the cash register at Lowes was supposed to send a person out to help me fit this massively heavy shelf into the jetta. but nobody came. and it was fucking heavy. on top of being hot and humid and still relatively early in the morning. and then home and again i get to move the damn shelf all by myself. But. That's okay. And more cleaning out the garage and constructing this massive shelf and it fits, of course, and even better, the turkey fryer fits on top of it almost exactly to the ceiling, and putting everything on the shelf, and sweeping the garage (including the dead cockroach) and picking up all the nails that probably aren't a good thing to have in a driveway. and suddenly our garage is freaking HUGE.

only then it was about to rain - it's been not tooo hot, but ungodly humid all day, so now it's getting thundery and we have to put everything back in the garage, and it's not so big any more. And we try to put the canoe up. And try to put the canoe up. And try to put the canoe up. And try to put the canoe up. And there just aren't any fucking studs in the ceiling. So we can't. Because the canoe isn't heavy for being a canoe, but it's not going to just hang from drywall, either. And then j comes over and we have this nice consensus that it's not happening. And then c is finally home. And m and j go to c's to evaluate the deconstruction of the pool table. And then i call them maybe two hours later and they're on their way back with the pool table in the back of j's truck because they're all done deconstructing it and want to build it back tonight, like, right now. So i move the car so j can get into the driveway nearer to the garage and move everything out of the way of Where the Pool Table will Go. And they're back and yup, there's a whole lot of wood, and some felt, and a big pile of slate in j's truck. And we put it together and the slate doesn't fit and we've stripped a bunch of the screws so we drill the screws out and take it apart and put it together again much more carefully (if the original people who put it together hadn't fucked up themselves and made some extra screw-holes, we'd have had a much harder time of it) and now the slate fits. And the felt fits. And we're basically level. And the attic steps can still open (this was KEY). Only we need to get actual pockets (because it had ball-rails before and they were gross and sticky and all busted-up anyway) and fix one of the bumpers (really only half of one of the bumpers, and it'll not be too hard, either) before we can actually finish finishing construction. But. it's monday now. and i'm still tired.

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