Friday Eve and we’re out of the house, relying on the charity of friends.
Why? Because the hardwood floors went in today and the house reeks of fumes. I mean, it’s pretty bad. You can look on the Facebook if you want to see pictures of it; Sharaun is on top of the Facebook. Me, I just write words. So, words: The flooring looks good.
They’re about 80% done I’d guess, with some finishing work to do tomorrow but likely not a full day’s effort. And, as much as we wanted to hang around and admire it, we’re limited to the bedroom and it’s just too stinky. So we had Keaton call up Jeff & Kerry and invite the family over. “Can we come to your house tonight,” she asked, “Ours is too stinky.” Thankfully they didn’t have the heart to deny a three year old in distress.
Yesterday at work my laptop crashed. The brand new SSD (solid-state harddrive) crashed and burned; two measly months old. Yeah I was crippled at work today, but more importantly I had a rough go at blogging last night and tonight. It’s funny how accustomed I’ve become to having a computer at arm’s reach. The iPhone is something of a workable substitute, but it’s just a bit to small to be my full-time armchair connectivity. Anyway, the IT folks say I’m supposed to get it back tomorrow, so I should have it for the weekend. Good thing… because I have the DTs already.
This weekend has been designated our official Christmas-preparedness weekend. Up goes the tree, the house lights, and all the other interior and exterior trimmings. Keaton is more than excited about helping me do all of the above. She’s promised to help me do everything from climbing the ladder onto the roof to topping the tree with our topper. I’m actually excited about it too; I like when Keaton helps me do “guy stuff.” Makes me feel all “dad” and whatnot like I’m showing her how to drive a stick or mow the lawn.
Teamwork; we got it.