This ‘n’ That
Le Grande Coop is still not finished. It required trim, y’see, to cover up some gappage. And then, last night, under the assumption that the dotter had a playdate this afternoon and evening, so he could do a lot of work this evening, OmegaDad stopped work at 10. Slacker!
Then the worst occurred: The putative playdate turned into a no-show.
Now, I’m pretty flaky when it comes to social situations. I have a great lack of social graces; my track record on thank-you notes is severely spotty; I have a slew of high school graduation cards and wedding gifts to buy and send out; my email box is full of notes that I should be responding to; and everyone who reads my blog knows just how sporadic my replies to comments are. But I don’t think I’ve left someone with the impression that we had a date–as in, "this Wednesday after gymnastics class", as in, "She and H. can play and she can stay for dinner and I’ll drive her back"–and then turned up in a totally different city at the appointed time.
A-hem.
So I’m left with three scenarios.
Scenario A: I misunderstood completely. This is quite possible. I’ve been known to do this before. But I really, truly thought it was a done deal.
Scenario B: H.’s mom is a flake. This is also quite possible, even though I had thought she was a stickler on things (such as having such a clean house that the dotter was awed when she returned from H.’s birthday party).
Scenario C: H. doesn’t really want the dotter to come over. This is also quite possible; a case of moms making plans that the kiddos don’t want to do.
Oh, well. OmegaDad has finished trim, caulked seams, spackled over the spots where he was searching for beams behind plywood by drilling screws in that never found something to sink into, and laid plastic sheeting on the floor to protect the faux wood linoleum sheeting. He and OmegaDotter have purchased (gak) purple and pink paint for the trim. The dotter and I are to paint tomorrow evening.
So I leave you with some Interesting Stuff:
- A gynecologist doing surgery discovered his patient was ovulating right as he was in the midst of her reproductive organs. So he got out his camera and took a few shots.
- Really neat-o keen-o pictures of Earth’s sky from various space missions.
- Send Barack Obama Your Baby for a kiss, hug, or hope. Hope takes longer. (One wonders how many people who have hit this site think it’s for real and have thoughts about boxing up their offspring…)
- "All My Life I’ve Been Slowly Losing Home", a lyrical look at entropy’s effect on the family and home by Zuska.
Also, will the person who stole springtime away from my part of Alaska please return it? Three weeks’ worth of grey, overcast skies and highs of 54 are leeching my springtime spirit away…
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