I did my economic duty today and spent money both online and up at Menards. Snow rake, desk lamp, compact fluor bulbs, socks on sale for the church collection, new rubber floor mat for the back door area, etc. Plus craft supplies from JoAnne, to be shipped at a later date. And a mess of plumbing fixes for the kitchen which don't appear to be quite right and will have to be exchanged. Until then we have to crawl under the sink to turn on the hot water -- an annoying problem of faucet control that morphed into an entirely non-functional valve when someone started messing with it. But that's home-ownership. Learn everything the hard way, or pay through the nose for a plumber. Those guys must make sweet campaign contributions -- they earn a fortune, and you never hear of any legislation that adversely affects plumbers. Or makes it cheaper to hire one. Clever. I wonder what secret rites must be performed to exact specifications before one is allowed among the brethren?
It's also a two-bonkey day today. Which means that first my son tried to choke on his lunch by running around like a lunatic with a mouthful of meatball, and wound up scaring himself enough that lunch was abandoned entirely. Then, he's been rocking his little chair back on its legs as he sits at his computer -- he tips backward onto the bed, then rocks back up into position by throwing his weight forward. I warned him that this might lead to trouble, but the kid is 4 -- so now he has a bump on his head. He played computer for another half hour afterward and went right back to chair-rocking. This I suppose is what it means to raise a boy.
I'm sort of looking forward to work tomorrow. My husband has the vacation-time itches, all busy around the house with a million little projects, talking a mile a minute. It's productive, but ennervating. I just want to chill.
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