OK… So I Forgot!
Yes, it’s Saint Paddy’s Day. Yes, I completely forgot!
It was a busy weekend full of Nancy Green ski racing wind-up. I did have to bring the chips, after all.
We are, of course, also still preparing for second round of company. To arrive this Friday. It seems that preparing for guests has completely monopolized our lives this month. Why?
Because our cozy, little cottage house is no longer capable of storing our increasing collection of crap and has been reduced to a dumping ground of stuff. Work stuff. School stuff. Recreation stuff. Construction stuff. Hobby stuff. Kid stuff. Gardening stuff. Dog stuff. Food stuff. Laundry stuff. Never-ending and multiplying stuff.
GD STUFF!!!
And the basement, 1000 square feet of largely ignored useable space- grounds for dumping excepted, of course- has remained in varying stages of un-done/done. It is now time to get fully done. Painting. Flooring. Mouldings. Baseboards. Organize. Tidy. Clean. What better time, than when you are expecting guests. This is when, and only when, I am motivated enough to take this on. Why? Because…. I will not be judged.
Yes, we should probably, after eight years of perpetually moving and re-moving shit from room to room to room to room (rinse. repeat.), build a garage. And if I had the 50 grand to build a garage… I probably wouldn’t. The money would go immediately, without thought or hesitation, into creating a Mexi-home out of our little Mexi-shack and we would just flee this cozy, little cottage house altogether for the heat… sand, sea and surf- and no friggin’ stuff- of our little pile of sand along Mexico’s Gulf Coast!
Maybe instead of that afternoon snooze I took yesterday, I should have been preparing for this school week ahead. Then, as the responsible parent/teacher I am, would have known it was friggin’ St. Patrick’s Day. And created some nasty sweet treat of an appropriate shade of edible nauseating green.
Upon reflection however, and as I consider that after school this morning, I still have a room of laminate flooring to get down… unless an uncharacteristically productive hoard of cute little Leprechaun’s show up to lend a few tiny hands, St. Pat’s is gonna go pretty much unnoticed.
