Note to self: peanut butter and lemonade are not an especially auspicious combination.

[constance]

Bullet points! Bullet points!

• I bought my cabinets this weekend – yes, both of them, for the price, she was right – and got started on their gradual renovation on Saturday and meant to continue on Sunday, but either the lugging about of not-very-heavy-but-bulky-and-awkward cabinets or something in the way I slept on Saturday night rendered my trapezius muscles entirely immobilized. In fact, they are still immobilized today, and I am cranky for that and for not having gotten more than three or four hours’ sleep because of it.
  
  But I do have those cabinets, and they will be waiting patiently for me to recover so I can sand them. I can tell they’re patient cabinets.



• I am also cranky because for the last three days, temps have been 90+ degrees here, and my air conditioner isn’t working, and damn it, I forgot to call the repair folks today, which is my fault, but knowing it’s my fault isn’t making me feel any better. Another night of misery in a hot house with windows that won’t open? With shoulders that don’t like my lying flat or moving my arm or head? I feel like crying just thinking about it. I may have to risk my life and sleep with the back door open.



• To counter the effects that my sleepless night and my severe discomfort are having on my psyche, I have been soothing myself periodically with this photo. I don’t know exactly why, but looking at it sends me to my happy place almost immediately and keeps me there until my shoulders start screaming at me again.



• Also, through life’s endless bounty I seem to have forgotten what life was like before the advent of Tide Pens. You remember those days, when you accidentally wrote on your khakis at your eight o’clock meeting with a neon-purple gel pen, and you had to live with this reminder of your stunted motor skills for the rest of the day? (Not that this has ever happened to me.) No, I don’t either. Woohoo!



• O, you mothers of children, it has occurred to me to wonder, today, whether schools still teach sentence diagramming, or if that particular part of the curriculum has gone the way of the unit on proper use of slide rules. I am wondering, because I used to love diagramming sentences, and while I understand that not everyone (and by this I mean almost no one) shares this love, I would still be sad if I knew it were gone.



• And speaking of mothers, mine called me at work this morning, all excited, and asked me if my heart was set on the shows I’d picked out for the trip to New York in June, because she had a write-in candidate of her own, for possible slotting in on Sunday night, when we will be just the two of us without my father. I went out to the show page, prepared to roll my eyes heartily and diplomatically steer her away, but after reading some of the reviews, I’ve changed my mind. In short, Ladies and Gentlemen, we have a musical. It promises to be so awesomely ridiculous that I’m already looking forward to it.

Comments

[idlerat]

Oh, man, I read about that show and totally thought it sounded very fun! look forward to hearing about it.

Also, sympathies, boo. Why don't your windows open? because you have such awesome a/c? And would a bunch of ibupropin not help your muscles? You can take like 5 at a time, you know - up to 2400 mg / dose is standard in hospitals.