Starting the week
Woo hoo! There’s a new washer and dryer in the basement. They’re still in the boxes, but I’m excited by the prospect of having multiple machines again.
This competing with 20 other apartments for a single washer has been a real pain for, oh, nearly a year now. Monday and Wednesday mornings have worked-out best for me. It has always been available. Problem is, that sometimes I’m not. Or the weather is too severe to traipse up and down the fire escape with a full laundry basket, then around the outside of the building to the laundry room.
The dryer is less important to me. I save money by hanging things to dry—on the fire escape railing in the summer and over the radiators and in the bathroom during winter. Still, it’s nice to have the choice.
Now we’ll see how long it takes to get the new appliances actually installed and operating.
Turkey day
My parents invited me to their place for Thanksgiving. It was to be just the three of us since my youngest brother continues his estrangment and my middle brother goes to his in-laws. I’d planned to take some laundry with me, which I do whenever I go there for dinner. Last time was August, I think. Maybe July.
Anyway, at the last minute, Mom called to say she’s been asked over to my sister-in-law’s and the invite had been extended to me. Thus, no laundry got done at all last week. But turkey was consumed.
My nephew’s hair is coming along, BTW. I don’t think I told the story here—probably on one of the longhair boards—but in June or July at some family do, I was surprised to see he was growing it out. He’d always been a buzzcut kid. He had about six-month’s growth then and was firmly in what’s called “the awkward stage”, that time in-between short and long when it’s just plain yuck.
In the middle of a group of people—including my parents—my sister-in-law started in on him that he should get it cut. I immediately leapt in saying, “Careful now. You don’t want him to turn out like me, do you?”
Quizzical looks all around. I continued, “My parents hassled me all through my youth about my hair. I turned-out all self-conscious about how the way I looked didn’t fit with the way I felt and ultimately waited until after I was balding and gray to grow it out. At least let him try it out while he still has some to work with.”
Judging from the intake of breath in the room, the appropriate connections were made. “Besides,” I concluded, “unlike tats or peircings, it’s reversable.”
Seeing my nephew for the first time since then, I was pleased to see he’s grown out to just about the collarbone length, which is when you can begin doing something with it. I’m entertaining the thought of taking him to see Louise Marie at Longhairs in Toronto, and maybe take in a Maple Leafs game while we’re there.
Church lady Scrabble™
Friday and Saturday were consumed by locusts. Yesterday was another round of word games with the church ladies. It’s not an objectionable way to spend an Sunday afternoon, but I still don’t quite get how I ended up being part of the group.
Next round, probably the third Sunday in December, will be at my place. I’m thinking I can borrow a card table and a chair, fold up my bed and we can play in there, since the living room is too narrow. It’ll be the most action my boudoir has ever seen.
Dinner and a show
It’s my habit to take my sponsees to dinner on their anniversary. This time, this guy had gift certificates to the local comedy club, so that’s where we went. He got the show and I got the dinner.
The food was acceptable and it was followed by three acts. The first was a beginner, the second no-one really cared for—I think he was stoned—and the headliner was funny, but relied a bit too much on bathroom humor for my taste.
Still, it was nice in that it was different. Although I can’t say the chances are very good for my becoming a regular.
Well, three loads washed and hung, time to get to work.
November 29th, 2005 at 7:27 pm UTC
Hi! I’ve been lost, but I’m back. Glad you had a great T-day! Big hugs!