weekend update
Jul. 16th, 2007 12:11 pmStrangely eclectic weekend.
I left work at a decent hour on Friday and headed down to
bakkaphoenix to buy Territory. (Showing my pitiable lack of self-control, I also bought Howl's Moving Castle and, at Ten Thousand Villages, the More-With-Less Cookbook.)
I got home around 7:30 to discover that Jen and John had been having a terrible time with the hole in the back yard -- they'd had a cave-in, for one thing, and discovered they didn't have any Portland cement for another, so they had really only barely got started with pouring concrete. I admired, and went to change, and came back and helped haul gravel and pour concrete out of the little mixer (so cute!). Also took pictures as this must be documented. Then we collapsed in a heap and (what are we going to do tonight, Brain?) watched the Tour de France. Sadly, we forgot to scratch our initials in the concrete but perhaps there will be another chance. Our front yard is also impressive -- we have two flats of concrete blocks, and a giant bag of gravel, and a flat of sandbags. Today, apparently, we can start laying concrete block, 90 of them in all. John says he can do 5 an hour, so that will be 18 hours worth of concrete blocks. Just so we don't brick up the doorway by accident.
Saturday morning we went up to the cottage. It's never that simple, of course; Jen and John took the mixer back very early, then came to pick me up, then we drove to John and Helen's to pick up Tilde and
pariah_ink's laundry, then we drove to
life_on_queen's place to pick her up, then we stopped at McDonald's for drive-through breakfast, then we went to pick up
pariah_ink and Other Jen at
pariah_ink's apartment, then we dropped off Other Jen at her apartment, and then -- finally! -- got on the DVP. At the cottage it rained solidly for Saturday, but was beautiful Sunday, naturally, as we had to leave early for a party on Ward's Island.
Summer is complicated.
Last night (same thing we do every night, Pinky) we watched the Tour de France and I ironed. Yay me. Also managed to put up the fallen cork tile from my bulletin board -- I swear I'm going to have to nail them in place, possibly with the air compressor.
Books read this week: Pretties, Boy Proof (which I LOVED), Expiration Date (lost a bit of suspense because I'd already read Earthquake Weather, and didn't have quite the fiendish plotting cleverness to which I've become accustomed from Tim Powers, but still good), Devilish, Behind the Curtain.
I left work at a decent hour on Friday and headed down to
I got home around 7:30 to discover that Jen and John had been having a terrible time with the hole in the back yard -- they'd had a cave-in, for one thing, and discovered they didn't have any Portland cement for another, so they had really only barely got started with pouring concrete. I admired, and went to change, and came back and helped haul gravel and pour concrete out of the little mixer (so cute!). Also took pictures as this must be documented. Then we collapsed in a heap and (what are we going to do tonight, Brain?) watched the Tour de France. Sadly, we forgot to scratch our initials in the concrete but perhaps there will be another chance. Our front yard is also impressive -- we have two flats of concrete blocks, and a giant bag of gravel, and a flat of sandbags. Today, apparently, we can start laying concrete block, 90 of them in all. John says he can do 5 an hour, so that will be 18 hours worth of concrete blocks. Just so we don't brick up the doorway by accident.
Saturday morning we went up to the cottage. It's never that simple, of course; Jen and John took the mixer back very early, then came to pick me up, then we drove to John and Helen's to pick up Tilde and
Summer is complicated.
Last night (same thing we do every night, Pinky) we watched the Tour de France and I ironed. Yay me. Also managed to put up the fallen cork tile from my bulletin board -- I swear I'm going to have to nail them in place, possibly with the air compressor.
Books read this week: Pretties, Boy Proof (which I LOVED), Expiration Date (lost a bit of suspense because I'd already read Earthquake Weather, and didn't have quite the fiendish plotting cleverness to which I've become accustomed from Tim Powers, but still good), Devilish, Behind the Curtain.
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