Thursday, August 23, 2012

Making a Dent

Yesterday I woke up painfully aware that I hadn't actually accomplished much of anything this summer other than gaining a few pounds. Considering that wasn't actually on my to do list I figured I better try to power through and check off a few accomplishments to show for my summer besides my great farmer tan.

Not knowing where to start, I moved to the back of the house where I found this:


Our laundry room! I know, clearly it has been inhabited by a nomadic tribe of misfits for the past 14 years. With a little elbow grease, a Goodwill bag and a large recycle can I made it look like this:


So much better. The box on the top that still looks messy is filled with our candle making supplies which I inherited from my Grandmother. While we haven't made candles for a couple of years, they are the top quality molds and supplies made back when we didn't live in a throw away society so there is no way I'm parting with them. I'm sure we can make candles again now that we can actually see that we have those great supplies! Thanks Grandma!

After my success in the laundry room I moved to the kitchen where I cleaned out Sean's booze cabinet. I'm sure the OLCC does not permit me to post those pictures so I won't. It's amazing how many bottles we managed to keep up there that had like a table spoon left in them. I'm sure the neighbors will be super proud to live next to us come next bottle recycling day when I drag that mother load out to the curb. I can feel the property value dropping already.

By this time Annie was in full on pout mode because in her eyes I hadn't accomplished a damn thing yet today. No walk, no run, no play. Luckily Melinda and I already had plans to hike so we headed out and did a cool 4.3 miles trekking all around Bald Hill. Of course any Bald Hill hike has to end up at the tip top at some point.


Annie was a little camera shy and annoyed by the wasting of time stopping for a picture.

While I was hiking I got a text from Jim asking if we'd like to meet at the dog park in a little while. Knowing how much I still had to accomplish on my to-do list at home I did the only thing I could and said "of course."



Annie and Hobie tore it up at the dog park. Initially they had the entire park to themselves. Border Collies are hilarious to watch when they play. They pretty much take turns herding each other around the expanse of the park, barking, growling and in Annie's case leaping back and forth over the top of Hobie as they raced around. I think she would have actually made a good cow dog cause she circles wide and then comes in at the heels. She had to take several swim breaks running over to the kiddy pool and hopping in. Poor Hobie couldn't figure out what the heck she was doing. Finally after successfully avoiding my work for about 2+ hours it was time for me to get myself back home.

Luckily we no sooner had walked in the door when Mom and her dog Jackson popped in. Annie, who had clearly been deprived of anything fun today wasted no time in giving Jackson a tour of her vast yard including the way she can leap through the 1x1 foot hole in the lattice up on our deck. Jackson having about 30 pounds on her was happy to try as well so it became a game and part of the running route. Great Annie, thanks for that. I do appreciate the fact that they somehow managed to miss Sean and Stafford's new variety of hops they planted just on the other side of said lattice.

Finally I made it back inside and back to work. Surprisingly I was able to finish two junk drawers and two more cupboards in the kitchen. I think the kitchen and laundry room are now completely done. Nice.

Today I head back into my classroom so nothing will be accomplished here at home. I'm meeting with my new teaching partner to start planning for the new school year. Maybe the productive train will continue and we will get a ton done and I'll even get my desk organized so come Monday I'll be ready to hit the ground running.

If not, hey at least the booze cupboard is well organized should I need to hit it when I get home.

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