Monthly Archives: August 2009

It is one of those unwritten laws.  If an air conditioner is going to die, it will be on the hottest day of the year.  And, for added insult, any heat wave will end the day after the air conditioner is fixed.  On Monday, the temperature in the house approached 90 degrees and we became human sweat stains.  Tuesday, the repairman came out.  After $100 for the service call, a two minute diagnosis (“There’s your … Read on.

My wife seems pleased with the progress, but I am not.  I had planned to get our master bedroom put back together last weekend but I ran out of time.  I planned to get our bedroom back together yesterday but I ran out of time.  Our bedroom is still not back together.  The curtains and blinds are up.  At least now we have privacy.  And the clutter is gone, sort of.  Well, “gone” isn’t the … Read on.

As I write this, my wife is whisking her parents home.  Actually, it’s a ten hour drive– a pretty long whisk– so that may not be the best term.  At any rate, I am left alone with our dog after spending the last two months with two additional people and two additional dogs in our house.  And as I sit here contemplating what I am going to do for the next couple of days, I … Read on.