It snowed again last night, not much, it looks like less than an inch. I can’t really tell because I haven’t been outside at all today. I’ve have too many hobbies that I’m persuing now:
Knitting,
Photo/Scrapbooking
Piano
Rowing (working towards that 1,000,000 meter mark!)
I’m trying to figure out how to recycle yarn from old wool sweaters. So if you have any dud sweaters out there, please let them find their way to me.
Does having kids count as a hobby?
Katherine came over on her way to NY city and had blueberry coffeecake with us. She brought us over our tart pan, the other frog rain boot of Vince’s and our bottle of Zout! We are still moving out of her house. I think it will take her years to find everything we left in the Bard House. I was pleased to hear that Ruby’s puke of diaper cream (zinc oxcide) came out with vinegar (acetic acid). The cream had made a reverse stain of white on Katherine’s green carpeting. Im my parent’s house in Maryland, Ruby puked chocolate on white carpeting. Ruby has the stain gift.
I’m speaking of course of The Internet and The Kitchen.
I get to post _from my bed_! Wow!
I got to _toast_ my bagel! Amazing!
There’s another half a wonder – laundry. It’s nice to have just downstairs. Oh yes. It’s nice to have heating too. Everyone is trying to be stingy on the heating. We are setting it at a chilly 60 degrees. For me, this is the tropics! Oh la la.
I’ve got 3 other roomies – Frank, Eon, and Andrew. They all seem pretty chill. Frank just moved to the Bay Area, so he’s pretty bored sometimes – like tonight. We both took a little excursion to Safeway and Ranch 99 in his new Mazda 3. It’s a nice car. I can’t wait for Choon to get his TSX.
Wow. I’m still in awe.
The Shack is dead. Long life the Shack.
Last night marked the end of The Era of The Shack. I packed last night for 4 short hours and that’s all i really needed. I don’t have a lot of stuff. I put everything into the car, went off to storage a picked up my futon this morning. The elevator to the storage place was out of commission so I had to haul my futon down 4 stories. ugh. I said hi to some people from The Bike Shop since it’s just downstairs from the storage place and I hauled everything off to my new digs. So it’s over. Honestly, I’m glad. Tho when I look back on it 10 years from now, I think I’ll still think more fondly of The Age of the Garage.
Another great moment on the road to promotion from diaper clad toddler to potty trained pre-schooler. This morning Vincent calmly anounced his desire to evacuate, we proceeded to the loo, stripped down, mounted, and, without fanfare, made a deposit. Not much drama, but a great way to start the weekend. Of course a green gummy life saver marked the accomplishment.
Tonight, we were making migas for dinner and Vince kept picking at his butt. I ask him over and over again if he needs to use the potty. NO! – that is his answer. We all eat dinner together and he gets down from his red chair to play with trains. Jeremy continues to talk about work. Then we hear an urgent message from Vince. “I need to go potty!” Three seconds later he was pulling his pants down and – hooray! – there is poop in the potty! We celebrate by going to get ice cream.
I’m ready – promotion!
I’m ready – promotion!
From the Spongebob movie.
Some pictures of our ride yesterday… Jason is the one fixing the bike next to me an Brian is in the other one riding his new ride.
Mmm mmm mmm. Greasy Goodness. I haven’t a good unhealthy burrito in a long long time. Yum.
Soap operas are great. Here’s a little snippet from today’s Days of our Lives.
Girl – “How do you think I felt? My mom was accused of killing all these people!”
Guy – “How do you think I felt?!? Most of those people your mom was accused of killing were my family!”
Girl – “But you weren’t there for me!”
I’m practicing piano using my pretty new keyboard and at my teacher’s request, I’m playing with a metronome (which I’ve never done before) and also recording the songs I’m practicing. The piano has the necessary capabilities and it’s been fun. It’s true I can hear all my little rhythmn mistakes and sixteenth notes that are hesitant and uneven. But it is relaxing and calming. The piano is blocking the sliding glass door. So I practing while it’s snowing and raining and white and foggy outside. Vince was feeling much better this morning and went off to school cheerfully in his little froggy raincoat.