A Girl Works Up A Thirst

Some days, even though you're not supposed to be imbibing anything zingy, you just have to. Life DEMANDS that you have not only a Meyer Lemon Spritzer, but also some beer. Because cleaning up a boy's room can be quite traumatic and take many hours. I have been avoiding Max's room for months. I hate being in it because the entire surface of the floor is strewn with Lego pieces. There is always some carefully groomed chaos going on in there that gets "messed up!" if I take a step inside.

Not to mention the bloody tissues. Quite a lovely spectacle for those not expecting them. Yes, I am trying to teach my kid to use the trash for his tissues. Of course, then the dog gets to them which is really nasty and means I have to pick up five billion shreds of bloody dog slobbered tissues...all of this, as you may well imagine makes a girl thirsty.

I am happy to say that his room now (finally) looks like a real moved into room. I have a hell of a time with moves. Getting rooms reorganized. I can't clean a room that hasn't been properly organized. Nearly all the people who read my blog seem to be very smart so I'm sure you can extrapolate the challenges I have trying to run my house. Mad chaos everywhere!

My mother has offered several times to help me unpack and organize, and she's very good at it, but my head hurts just at the thought and I know that if she comes over she will have to ask me a thousand questions in order to establish order, which starts feeling like me doing it but having to answer lots of questions while my head spins.

I love BBQ Sue. My dog does not. My dog thinks she's an interloper. I just feel sorry for Sue. She has such a tiny butt and has to stand around feeling very inadequate next to my more robust posterior. See how she can't even fill out my "skinny" clothes? I plan to dress her in my style and then accuse her of stealing my identity.

Metallurgy is really fascinating. And fun. On Wednesday I got to drill holes in metal using a drill press. These curly cues remind me of metal class in high school, which I didn't take, by the way. They remind me of other people taking metal working class and me picking up the strange curlies. They are very sharp. Don't ask me how I know.

After braving the kid's room I also moved some other furniture around in some other rooms. My sewing room is in a more impressive mess than it's ever been in because I had to move so much stuff around. At last it is taking shape. I did some laundry yesterday and actually folded it. (I think everyone should get to have a national day off when I actually manage to do AND FOLD laundry on the same day, it's that rare.) Then, because I am a super-person I also made dinner. I made pasta with a walnut pasta sauce, steamed green beans, and for dessert I made an apple crisp. I almost never make or eat dessert. I love apple crisp and have lots of apples so why not have a fabulous fall moment in the kitchen?

All in all it was quite a productive Thursday. Except for the part where I couldn't seem to go four days without beer. Oh well. Three is such a nice number too. It's only three but what I really want to do right now is park my tush in front of some CSI episodes and chill out. I need to shake off the residue of the strange bits and pieces my day has lodged in my head, like the question of why people are attracted to "hairless" dogs? Especially those Chinese ones with the weird shock of fur just on their heads and feet. Someone asked today why they don't make more stuffed animals like them and I suggested that it might be because children actually like fur on animals.

That's my diplomatic way of saying that the reason why hairless dogs really aren't seen that often is because it takes a rare kind of human to appreciate them.

The word diplomatic got me going on a whole political wave of thought, which I've decided not to share at the moment, probably to your delight.

I will leave you all with the following question: do you think there will ever be a time in this country when racism will truly be an evil of the past and not the present? If you think it is remotely possible, what do you think it will take to achieve a country where racism is not a national issue?*

floaters, n (as defined in my personal dictionary): strange thoughts floating randomly through the sludgy river of my brain catching the dim light of my eye like glitter in the gloom.

*I don't know if I think it's possible to end racism or not. I want to believe it is. The realist in me thinks that racism (which is all over the world) is a component of being human- a real primal check mark between "us and them" which allows us to maintain our separateness. Unless all people stop procreating at the current rate, we will none of us ever have the choice to be separate. So in this people crowded day and age it behooves us all to evolve new primal selves that don't see race as a separating factor.