|My first weekend off in 9 weeks!
||[Oct. 27th, 2008|01:54 pm]
Off, of course, being a relative term. Saturday Percy let me sleep in for a HALF an HOUR later than usual! Whee, I got to sleep until 6:30! I tried getting back into bed, after feeding everyone breakfast and tried to fall back asleep, but Percy isn't the only one in the house wired to be up and doing something...so after a half an hour of trying, I got bored and interrupted the Captain's sleep. |
Housecleaning (rudimentary and really, what I accomplished is to housecleaning as digging a hole is to building the Paris Metro) followed by neighborhood Halloween activities while the Captain was out at the MDRF site, packing up more pirate paraphenilia. Hauling out the coffins, unloading the tombstones, shaking out the ghosts (hey, they get wrinkled, all crumpled up in the coffins) filling the luminaries with sand and candles. Supervising the annual children's tour of the storm drains -- hey, they're really big and a huge network and since we have to be down there anyway, re-wiring the sound and effects, it's a good way to wear out the kids. Then there was the bamboo cutting expedition (it makes great stakes, fencing, and camo for the bottoms of props.)
Nature welcomed the bamboo cutting expedition with the biggest downpour she's capable of...which we're only forgiving as long as it continues to be dry on Friday. Miserable doesn't even begin to describe it.
After warming up and getting into dry clothes, we commenced unpacking and pulling out all of our own props. Sweet Cheese of Jesus, I have a lot of Halloween stuff!
Then it was time to collapse, blow off social engagements of various kinds, hunker down to watch Snakes on a Plane...so much potential, so poorly done...and be in bed by 9:00pm. And not "be in bed" in a fun or interesting way. In a snoring, limbs akimbo, littered with snoozing cats kind of way.
And a mini-sleep-in! Almost 8am! Whee!
As I suspected, the Holy Grail of a Good Night's Sleep, like so many things, did NOT solve all of my problems and turn my life around. Sigh.
But still, a leisurely breakfast and then it was time to head to the Home Despot with the Monster List of things we need for the Halloween projects. Three hours and $200 later we were home and with the help of Tox, building the mausoleum, other graveyard features, a new carnivorous plant and refurbishing various props from previous years.
Then, suddenly, it was getting dark, time to eat, and wah! It was time for bed and almost the workweek again.
Surely a weekend lasts longer than that!
"Sweet Cheese of Jesus"
What's that taste like? Port Salut?
I always pictured our L&S enjoying a bite-y cheddar, or perhaps, some string cheese if he's on the go, sermoning on mounts and stuff.
But that's just me...
Jeesus is pretty flexible when it comes to cheese. All those loaves and fishes, all that wine and water, he's just glad someone ELSE brought some damn cheese.
His weakness is the Port Wine Cheese, though. Let's face it, growing up in the desert, all those years with pretty much goat and sheep's milk cheese, he's got a fondness for the cheddar. But then the Port Wine Cheese is PINK and that's cool. Plus it spreads easily -- no need for miracles. I mean, even Jesus likes to kick back with a Triscuit now and then...
PLUS, Port Wine comes in that little plastic tub that you can use for leftovers, or you know, keeping pony-tail holders in--and with His long hair, I'm sure He was always using them.
That desert wind can really stir up some tangles.