Saturday AM - After pouring coffee and adding milk, it dawned on me that we haven't had any cereal in the house for some time. I know this because each morning for about the last six weeks or so, aside from the occasional doughnut when I have time to stop, I've been going to work without any breakfast. Donning my 'Sherlock Holmes' and considering for a moment that, cereal being the principle reason for milk being in the fridge, and the fact, my dear Watson, that I haven't had any cereal for about a month and a half, I decided, while stirring my coffee with my left hand, to bring the milk carton to my nose with my right for the purpose of subjecting it's contents to scientific scrutiny. The english language, for all it's color and dexterity, hasn't quite developed an adequate word to describe the violence that ones body must endure as a result of such an experiment. If, by chance, I ever find myself at some point to be commissioned by Webster's, or whomever, to coin such a word I think I might offer, 'hlaalk'; a verb, 'to hlaalk', pronounced 'hlaalk'; variation - hlaaaaaaaalk; the violent reaction that the human body must endure upon inhaling the putrid outgassing of six-week old milk. example: Ken, like an idiot, inhaled the putrid outgassing of six-week old milk and spent the next few moments 'hlaalking'. It is redundant to add phrases like, 'and wringing his face like a wet rag', or, 'and sweating through his eyeballs', since that would be inferred by the term 'hlaalking'.
Ok. Milk flushed. Done hlaalking. Let's go take a look at that window.
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Progress! Window 90% installed. Gotta schedule the stucco guy. Could do it myself, but I've never done it before. How hard can it be?
Sunday - What is the freakin' point of nose hairs? M is at Target exchanging a digital camera for cereal. Hopefully she'll remember we need milk. I'll get started on the 3-way switch which will finally allow us to turn on the lights when we enter at the back door, a feature that, apparently in the '40's. was regarded as an unnecessary luxury.
3-way switch finished. Off to Little Tokyo again with Phil. Love that spicy ramen. Upon our return, I will enter at the back door, turn on the lights, and feel superior to people who lived in the '40's.
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Wow! 99 cent beers in Little Tokyo! I feel superior to everybody! Now that's how you do Happy Hour! For some reason M insisted on driving home. Women.
Monday - More rain. Tarped over the hole in the wall formerly occupied by the larger window. Gotta get that stucco finished. Started the soffit.
Tuesday - Juan from work came by. He's going to install a sub-panel in the garage on Thursday. Gonna have 220 for my table saw! And, as a bonus, we'll be able to get rid of the extension cord plugged into the kitchen that has powered our garage for the last four years.
Wednesday - Minor stuff.
Thursday - No Juan. Only rain.
Friday - Juan and his nephew installed the box in the garage. All I have to do is wire some plugs for the laundry and some tools, including the jealosy-inspiring 220 for the table saw. Shwing! Power to the garage is now underground. One doesn't completely realize just how unsightly those overhead wires are until they are removed. Double Shwing!
Homemade sushi... on paper plates... at the dining table in the living room!
... to be continued...
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