Stuff happened this weekend. And last week.
I have to tell a funny on myself. Well, and LG too. So, the Kids took off a week ago Saturday for a short vacation. LG picked up Only’s Mustang to do some mostly comestic work on it–the interior leather on the doors had pulled out, the center console lid was cracked, the driver’s side mirror needed a replacement part. They got home Wednesday evening. The ‘Stang wasn’t done yet–waiting on a part and the doors (A former client of LG’s who still owed him some fees also restores cars so he fixed the panels in trade). I had it in my head that she had to do a photo shoot at work on Thursday and that Baseball Boy and Stormy had someplace to be so they needed two cars. Long story short, we took Drover up to them. We find out on Thursday afternoon, that she didn’t have work, the photo shoot was Friday afternoon. Ah well. I was being a good mom. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it. Anyway, they had a great time, her ‘Stang looks much better, and Drover is now home in the garage where he belongs.
Stormy had a soccer game Saturday. He ended up playing goalie for the other team because they didn’t have enough players and while that meant they forfeited, the coaches decided to scrimmage anyway. He got a medal for good sportsmanship from his coach. He also got a new bed. Well, a used bed, but new to him. I won’t get into all the details but friends bought their son (Stormy’s classmate and friend) a new bed for reasons. It’s a sturdy wooden loft bad with built-in dresser drawers, slide-out desktop, and hidden storage. His then-current bed was a metal frame “bunk” bed with a twin on top and a double on the bottom. It took up half the floorspace in his room. Literally. The new bed gives him plenty of room and the old bed found a new home with a friend of a friend’s co-worker–a grandmother getting custody of two grandkids, with no furniture and little money to spare. Warm fuzzies for paying forward. Anyway, we went to the boonies in LG’s truck to collect the new bed and move it back to the Kid’s house. We did NOT have to help put it together.
Needless to say, Saturday was hot and busy. And no coffee! *muppet flail* I know, right?!?! No, I wasn’t functioning on all cylinders but I also wasn’t having to make pitstops every 30 mintues. Once we finally got home, we flipped on the Cards’ game (they won 11-3), Goldy got his 300th homerun–which I was awake for–but totally napped through all the other runs. Catfish for dinner FTW.
Sunday, I hand-watered the giant phlox in my jungle of a front flowerbed. The grapevine and wisteria vines are particularly agressive this year. The phlox need water and under the restrictions, we can only hand water on days determined by address. In my case, it’s Thursday and Sunday. It sucks. I sometimes “cheat” because the house is on a corner so I could have either an even or an odd address depending on where the builder put the front door. We’re odd, BTW, but you knew that. 😉
I did some work. Not much but some and after my Wallyworld run early-EARLY this morning, I intend to knuckle down. I’ve sooo been draggin’ my feet this summer. It’s the doldrums. Or the Ides of Summer. No, that’s March. When it’s usually cooler. Whatever. Anyway, that’s my world. How’s your world?