Friday, June 23, 2006

late night home improvement/catch up

i still haven't gotten around to day 2, or day 3, of the family reunion. it went something like...sit around with family members and talk about things that happened a long time ago, and people that died a long time ago. look at pictures of people that died already. explain, again, "no, i didn't say we were neighbors. i said we just bought a house together. and we fuck each other." (not really that last part, but you know). the only thing i could eat -- at all -- was the raw vegetable platter that somebody brought from kroger or some such. i felt like a rabbit. meals were mostly meat, meat, a sidedish with meat chunks, and something smothered in mayonnaise. it was really good to see some of my family, though...there is just something different about being around people that are related to you by blood and saw you do things like poop your pants. on the way home, julie drove the first half and then i drove the second half...it pretty much was like a flash flood for the last 4 hours of the drive. luckily, we only had to pull over 3 times, and we only almost died from hydroplaning once.

tonight we have some kind of fiasco going on in the house that involves the bathroom ceiling, and julie sawing a hole in it...and me getting distracted and reorganizing the tool box. there are a lot of rusty nails on the floor, and i'm pretty sure i haven't had a tetanus shot, oh, since forever. what got this project started is the fact that we haven't been able to take showers, only baths, since we moved in. thats because we have a clawfoot tub, with a shoddily hung shower curtain ring, and no place to put the handheld water thing. the problem has really turned out to be much more complicated than we once imagined, like it maybe would have been easier if we had took a match to the bathroom and started from scratch. i still haven't ruled this out. don't tell allstate.

but when i say home improvement, really what i mean is home making-no-progress-and-getting-cranky-because-it's-past-my-bedtime.

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