Trying to mentally prepare for a trip to Calipornia. Officiating at "my nephew's wedding." I have about one tenth of the ceremony written and deadline is looming. L.A. for a couple nights to see Dad, all that remains of our great family line (hardy, har, har!) This will require a visit to the therapist for some fine-tuning. All friends from the city of my birth either dead or hiding really well. This will make my social obligations so much easier. Then up to the Bay Area for five and the wedding. Some live folks there.
School resumes for the boys next week and hopefully the transition will be bloodless. A new skills trainer begins working with them on Tues. I trust she has had some experience with this population. I keep feeling I will get there on Wed. and the boys will present her head to me on a yellow, Lion King platter. The savage biting has begun again, after seeing it fade for a couple of weeks. They have invented a shark game they play in their little blue pool, unfortunately one or the other inevitably draws blood in the process. It is a strange game of lifeguarding for me. Drowning never enters the picture.
The "Mom," was viewing Kill Bill 2 and School of Rock back to back as I tidied up around the place, stopping only occasionally to separate her snarling offspring. When not engaged in such enlightening entertainments, she smokes generic menthol 100s, drinks coffee out of large, plastic, gas station "Gimme mugs," and plays video poker online. The "reluctant landlord," a sad, huffing man of small stature, but considerable girth, is often on the premises, reading the adventures of Hercule Poirot and irritating the "Mom" by "spreading negativity" wherever he doth go.
Today was a scheduled day off for me, but the boys had somehow expedited the demise of the plumbing in the tub/shower. I had to shut the water on and off all weekend, filling various vessals for the household use. Hoping against hope that the landlord would finally grasp the situation and take action, I went into town and secured the parts. After much trial and error, plumbing not being one of my fortes, the "reluctant landord" and I managed a temporary fix . The "Mom" hid in her room in an effort to still her raging temper and I managed to exit as the boys pulled out clumps of Ms. E, the skills trainer's hair. The "Thomas the Tank Engine and Friend's" video was being rewound repetedly in the living room as I peeked one last time over my shoulder and closed the door.
School resumes for the boys next week and hopefully the transition will be bloodless. A new skills trainer begins working with them on Tues. I trust she has had some experience with this population. I keep feeling I will get there on Wed. and the boys will present her head to me on a yellow, Lion King platter. The savage biting has begun again, after seeing it fade for a couple of weeks. They have invented a shark game they play in their little blue pool, unfortunately one or the other inevitably draws blood in the process. It is a strange game of lifeguarding for me. Drowning never enters the picture.
The "Mom," was viewing Kill Bill 2 and School of Rock back to back as I tidied up around the place, stopping only occasionally to separate her snarling offspring. When not engaged in such enlightening entertainments, she smokes generic menthol 100s, drinks coffee out of large, plastic, gas station "Gimme mugs," and plays video poker online. The "reluctant landlord," a sad, huffing man of small stature, but considerable girth, is often on the premises, reading the adventures of Hercule Poirot and irritating the "Mom" by "spreading negativity" wherever he doth go.
Today was a scheduled day off for me, but the boys had somehow expedited the demise of the plumbing in the tub/shower. I had to shut the water on and off all weekend, filling various vessals for the household use. Hoping against hope that the landlord would finally grasp the situation and take action, I went into town and secured the parts. After much trial and error, plumbing not being one of my fortes, the "reluctant landord" and I managed a temporary fix . The "Mom" hid in her room in an effort to still her raging temper and I managed to exit as the boys pulled out clumps of Ms. E, the skills trainer's hair. The "Thomas the Tank Engine and Friend's" video was being rewound repetedly in the living room as I peeked one last time over my shoulder and closed the door.
kiki:
hahaha! I've met Apnea, and shes the shorter one 