I think I’ve titled a few posts this. But felt like a long day yesterday.
Tag: meisaj
Its about me.
Notebooks
I have started to pear (pare?) down my notebooks. Or at least use them up. So I finished a Bullet Journal I started a while ago. Now I I am moving to a half finished notebook from several years ago. The address in it says Lake Ave, where Sam and I lived last in 2016. So not quite a decade, but for some reason I stopped using it and moved on.
While most of the notes in it reflect work and aren’t anything important, but I have some great old drawings in there. So why not have some great drawings here.
Vacuuming
I have a love hate relationship with vacuuming. I actually like vacuuming. I find it relaxing and sometimes ridiculous how much our vacuum picks up.
We have four cats. Now anyone who knows me knows that I am not a fan of four cats. But when Sam’s mother passed we inherited two cats, that do not get along with our two cats. Its been 3 years and they still don’t get along. But they can all agree on how much they like to shed.
I vacuum almost daily. We are mostly hardwood flooring (or tile, or snap flooring) with lots of area rugs. And those rugs get trampled, laid one and beaten up daily. We spend most of the day playing on those rugs. And when I vacuum it pulls an obscene amount of hair off of them every time.
I didn’t used to think that, our vacuum works well just in normal mode, but I started using the power mode recently. Kills the battery, but like I said, we’re just doing area rugs not the whole floor. And that sucks up a full container of hair every time.
I don’t look forward to vacuuming now. I always think, this is the third, fourth, fifth day in a row, I should stop getting as much dirt and hair. But nope. Still coming.
Perry Nuclear Power Plant
Sam’s father used to work at the Perry Nuclear Power Plant. I thought it was pretty interesting that he was a nuclear engineer.
And while we have more coffee mugs than we know what to do with, when we were packing up her parents house this was just too interesting of a mug to not take.
Paint Colors
There are a few things I care less about than what color my house is. Which isn’t really true. I don’t want something outrageous like bright red and neon, or anything like that. Apart from that, who cares?
But because we’re having the side of our house, we’re done with stucco. We have to pick a color for our house. Sam is settled on a blue grayish color tint. So really it’s narrowing down exactly what kind of blue gray.
The contractor wants us to narrow it down to a few colors so he can get some swatches for us and eventually buy the paint, even though he has a couple more coats of stucco before he can paint the house.
And he’s been asking for over a week.
So last night Sam and I sat on the couch and looked at paint online. Specifically colors of paint that are designed for stucco.
I’ll be the first to admit I don’t have a great eye for color. There is not a lot of color in my wardrobe. And give me two tints that are similar and I’ll just shrug my shoulders.
I only see a minor difference between Teton Blue and Quay Blue. Especially when we’re living with it long-term. I’m not sure we notice any difference. But those are the two that we’ve settled on.
Pretty sure the sketch today shows how much Sam and I really looked forward to sitting down and staring at a computer screen and our phones to look for paint colors. The sly smile hidden behind the tired eyes is quite accurate.
Trauma
When I pick Marceline up from her preschool, I always bring a snack for her and Edith to eat on the way home. Which is a little ridiculous considering that we are a 6-minute car drive, at most, from her preschool. But it helps get Marceline into the car some days, as she wants to stay and play at the Nature Center as long as she can. Edith too.
So this week we had some granola bars to eat as snack. I just bring one and break it in half for the girls to split. Not quite half, Marceline needs a bigger piece because she is older you see. So like two-thirds to one third. Which means Edith just inhales her snack while Marceline takes slightly longer, mostly seconds longer really.
On Monday Edith devoured her piece while Marceline I notice Marceline just stared at hers. So I made high pitched voice that said “Hi Marceline,” as if it was coming from the granola bar. So said hi back. And really, at first it was cute like most of our imaginary play. Marceline talked back and forth with the granola bar, randomly answering the questions I had the granola bar ask…. about preschool, how she was doing and other such nonsense.
Then I had the granola bar ask what she was going to do with it. And she said eat it. I pretended (as the granola bar) to be shocked. Marceline tried to explain that granola bars were tasty and that she was hungry. And that you were supposed to eat granola bars. The granola bar insisted they could be friends and friends don’t eat friends. Marceline again tried explaining how you are supposed to eat granola bars.
She then said to me, “Dad I want the granola bar to stop talking so I can eat it.”
Yeah….. I think I may have traumatized her.
It probably didn’t help that after some quiet time Marceline started eating the granola bar and then I had it say “Where are my legs, I can’t feel my legs.” Marceline said she ate it, playfully this time. I had the granola bar ask if the legs were tasty and if she was going to eat the rest of it. She said yes to both.