Posts Tagged ‘excavation avoidance’

Busy Hands

August 21, 2008

…are the devil’s playground? Nah… I’m mixing metaphors again (but they sure are tasty when baked just right!).

With The Wife and Girl Child off on a tour of her family (my soon-to-be-ex out-laws), I find myself alone at home. As said in the prior post, I’m using some of that time to start excavations and sorting what goes with and what stays (and what gets tossed). But, I’m also finding it very easy to seek outside entertainment and company (no, not ‘that’ kind…yet). The end result is my absence from the blogosphere for the last week, barring an occasional peek into other folks’ blogs. Some of the fun I did have—

I took a dear friend and her spawn for a long, leisurely plane ride. Highlights of that trip included a very bumpy landing at an airport on an island in Lake Erie (my still-talking-to-me dear friend thought we were landing in the trees at the end of the runway), a quick tour of the island’s town in a golf cart, being accosted by a drunk on our return to the airplane, and having to have the local geese chased off of the runway before taking off again (we think they used the airport operator’s dogs). The drunk was particularly festive as he kept following us out the plane and saying, with three beers embraced to his chest, “I have just two questions!” But, he never uttered the questions. My last memory of the airport on takeoff were three cop cars coming to cart the guy away.

Got last minute tickets to our local theater awards banquet. I went mostly to support a friend who was receiving a lifetime achievement award for 40 years in community theater. That part was great. They also give out awards of merit and excellence, in ascending order of importance, for acting and technical (lights, sound, et al). That part was painful. Don’t get me wrong, I really like seeing friends getting those awards. But the way the thing is structured, 90% of them go to the semi-professional and college programs (both of which have people who can and do spend their entire days working on shows). It got quite boring after awhile listening to person #37 of a semi-pro show getting an award. A friend of mine did get an award of merit for her leading role in a community show. I applauded her as she returned to her seat only to have her lean down to me and whisper, “It’s still just fucking second place.” Did I mention they served lots of alcohol there?

Continued my house hunting trips. And an adventure it is turning out to be. I’m still trying to figure out, then balance, what I think I want versus what I think I need versus what I likely really need. This is difficult, when trying to stay within an as-yet-unknown budget number (depending on how badly The Wife hits the pocketbook). I’m finding that I continue to find parts of places I like in different houses, but no place (yet!!! I’m still optimistic!) that has them all in one house… or even most of them. I also find my tastes are more expensive than my wallet. Go figure.

Between those fun things, the not-so-fun continuing excavations, the mandatory taking-care-of-the-house stuff (lawn mowing tomorrow… whee), hanging with physically manifested friends (as opposed to you, my binary internet friends), and just plain fried brain, I’ve been blog-absent. It’s been easier, on coming home, to just drool silently in the corner before toddling off to bed. But, having missed this… okay, and all of you… I’m slowly working my way back to the blogosphere.

So, hide the children, make sure your shots are current, lock the liquor cabinet and chastity belts… just when you thought it was safe…