7QT: Rambling to the End of the Week

One
So, I guess there are olympics this year? Probably not going to be watching them what with the lack of cable. Guess we could walk over to Crepe Heaven or other people’s houses. Not really interested though. So grossed out by what I’ve read so far that I don’t really want to know what terrible things are happening. That one pic of the doll’s head sticking out of the ocean has guaranteed that I will not be trying to see much. If they wanted to kill ratings, it’s working with me.

Two
Plus I’m backed up on other stuff I need to do, like work.
I think I might have inadvertently taken a day off this week. After pushing send on the latest draft of my book, and then digging up that Hosta, I spent the next day sitting in a chair in the kitchen and then sleeping on the couch. So weird. I did absolutely nothing else…well…except eating food. It was a bizarre experience, made possible by my indefatigable mother who produced three glorious luncheon quiches and continued to battle back all the laundry, and then, for reasons I can only speculate about (perhaps the fierce volume of thirty children screaming “Lord, you are, more precious, than silver”) walked to a post box in the foul heat to mail some letters.
Three
Which concludes another successful VBS. So grateful every year to just be able to go sit and do nothing helpful at all. That’s the trade off. I wrangle the Christmas Pageant so that I don’t have to do anything about VBS except to sit at the registration desk. Well, and, feeling bad watching everyone muscling tables and chairs around at the end, I did stand up and wander listlessly towards the kitchen.
The theme this year was digging for treasure and the children seemed to thoroughly enjoy themselves. We’ve given up, at Good Shepherd, trying to buy curriculum from anyone. Every year it seems more of a wasteland. We just make our Christian Ed Director write them, which works well for us, as long as you don’t make eye contact with her in the days and moments before the children crowd in to begin shouting.
Four
Found the hardware, finally, for the little girl’s bed. Had carefully placed it in the dining room on top of the china cupboard. Don’t know why. Was looking for a #safespace I guess. So relieved. Right now their mattresses are stacked up a la Princess and the Pea. Now if Matt would just hang the mirror in the dining room I would call it good and begin to spend the next thirty years ignoring all the boxes in the basement and attic.
Five
Well, maybe not the attic because that space is going to be seriously livable. Had the plumbing re whatchamacallit, plumbed? The original loo (or toilet, if you want to be horrid about it) turned out to be from the 1920s and had a real clear glass floater. The plumber took it away to display in his shop, much to my dismay. Guess we’ll have to go visit it sometime, and have our picture, and maybe present him with a copy of Flushed With Pride (such a great book, every loo should have one). Praying desperately that the original pipes under the tub won’t have to be taken away and replaced with something more modern.
Six
Our mentally ill cat, traumatized by the last move, has finally left the darkness of the underneath of Elphine’s bed and probably climbed into the walls of the house. Going to be weeks, I bet, before we see him again. Hopefully he’s hunting. There’s got to be something small and tasty scurrying around in the walls. Wish he would come out and be sociable, though. He’s so huge and beautiful. He would look well sitting on the pedestal where the banister turns the corner. Stupid cat.
Seven
Well, that’s all I have. Matt’s parents arrive this weekend which will be so fun. I should probably tidy something. Really good quick takes over at This Ain’t the Lyceum–all about how to be with your kids around disabled people in wheelchairs. Ermentrude spent much of the summer pointing and shouting and I was so annoyed with her.
Have a lovely day!