Slept in a bit after the world’s longest day, which was preceded by two hours of sleep. As yesterday wound down I started the count. I think I’d had about nine hours of sleep in the previous three days. So it was a great relief to sleep this morning. I spent the first part of the day much like the TiVo, “Preparing to connect …”
Brian, who spent the night with us after the move, continued his routine awesomeness today by generally helping out with the handyman stuff and also building a bookshelf.
I stocked it with all of my Gloms.
We discovered that one of my wrenches is antique. It is a Craftman. Singular. They were only doing the one thing back then … It fell apart in my hands (Isn’t this the company that promises that won’t happen?) while I replaced a shower head. We had to save the wrench to install the washer connectors.
And then we decided to get new washer connectors. (I have a feeling the next few days on the blog will be about unpacking and trips to Lowe’s. If you want to avoid that, I don’t blame you. I want to, too.)
For instance: We discovered a few pieces of large Tupperware the previous owner so graciously left behind. I’m storing cables in it — so they stay fresh, you understand. I’ve discovered today we have a lot of cables. If you need any RCA, coax, cat-5 or USB cables, stop by and pick some up.
The Yankee set up the kitchen today. I pulled all of my books out of boxes and started juggling things in the office.
All the furniture is in place. Now we’ll just have the boxes, a ton of which are in the garage.
We met a neighbor. She’s a woman who moved here from California. She takes care of the grandchild while her son is doing his doctoral work. Nice job if you can get it, eh? Turns out her son served in Iraq and Afghanistan, will soon finish his PhD in engineering and then head north to teach for the rest of his career at West Point. Sounds like one together guy.
The neighbor already knew all about us. We’re no longer talking out in the yard, just in case the community has strategically placed microphones in the hedges.
We bought Brian, who is awesome, dinner at Niffer’s Place. He wanted corn nuggets and the man deserved corn nuggets. He’s sleeping them off tonight and then, having craftily avoided a baby shower, will head home tomorrow. (We’re trying to talk him into staying longer and diving into a few more of these boxes.)
Tried out the pool tonight. Triple-digit temperatures mean an exotically warm swimming experience. Sitting on the pool deck it was nice to just relax and not sweat. And then the moisture dried off, the warm summer air kicked in and, lo, at 11 p.m. at night we did begin to sweat again, while stationary.
It only reached 99 today … though I saw a bank sign that disagreed. If you stare at the heat wafting off the asphalt long enough it will rise into the shape of a number. And that number was 104. Who am I to disagree with the heat itself?
