Now then--for any of you new folks who've never been here before, the following is what I like to call "blather." I do it a lot.
Pointlessness is very liberating, you know.
ANYway, got off the phone with Miss Reba a bit ago. I had big plans this afternoon to go home and cut the grass while she had big plans to come home and cook a regular meal. She was very excited about her part, because she is between classes for a week and has no studying to worry about.
AND THEN THE CRUEL HAND OF RAMPANT STATISM fell upon us.
She told me the state inspection team has showed up at her work today, and she can't leave this evening until they leave, and then she has to be there in the morning when they show up, and stay again until they leave, and arrive and stay and arrive, etc., until they get through doing their inspections. So, she doesn't know what time she'll get home today. SO, I have to make sure the children get fed. SO, I don't get to go breathe in some nice lawnmower fumes. Which all means that it's going to be at least Saturday before I get to try again, because we have church tomorrow night, and it's also supposed to come another rainstorm tomorrow, meaning even if I didn't have church, I still couldn't cut the grass. And it has now gotten WAY out of hand, and I fear the snooty folks are going to leave a snooty message on my answering machine or in my mailbox that I'm destroying everyone's property values. More.
Which ALL means that I'm going to have to start typing for Reba.
She started last night doing her second big paper that's due in a couple of weeks, and she reverted right back to her fidgety-fugue state where she freezes up and can't do anything without getting upset. I would have started on it last night, but my arms were hurting from yesterday, and I kinda wanted to rest. But, every five seconds she was complaining about not being able to do it, or not knowing how to get from page 1 to page 2 (really) and I was basically having to hang over her shoulder and tell her every keystroke to make. ::sigh:: I finally just told her we were going to it off and go to bed. Which made her mad. Have I ::sighed:: already? Well, another won't hurt. ::sigh::
At least she was over her angriness this morning.
Posted by Terry Oglesby at April 5, 2005 03:25 PMSeems as though the computer brings out the inner Oldest Child in your wife. One 15 year old in the house is enough, isn't it?
Oh, and I just assumed that if your blog moved, you had to move to Munuvia too. I thought the Munuvians would give you more time before they started complaining about the property values.
Posted by: skinnydan at April 6, 2005 08:06 AMNo, I'm still living high atop Talladega Hill, looking down upon the lovely Pinchgut Creek. Hence, the concern with property values. The poor Munu folks just don't know what they let themselves in for. Yet.
Posted by: Terry O. at April 6, 2005 08:23 AMAnd yes, the computer is evil.
Posted by: Terry O. at April 6, 2005 08:24 AM