various boring random thoughts while waiting for the kids to go to sleep

My sinuses hurt. The kids have had sniffles most of the week and generously shared them with me. It's not so bad when I'm up and moving around, but makes it hard to get to sleep. I tend to sleep on my side, so whichever nostril is lower gets completely blocked and I wind up mouth breathing - I hate that.

The neighbor, a fellow woodworker, gave John some cedar slats, so he's been out in the garage all day working on a periscope (little tube with mirrors on each end) for the boys to look over fences and furniture. He's worked so hard on it, I hope they don't bust it immediately, or worse, ignore it. He keeps having me take some of his boxes in to work to show to my co-workers. They all like them, but no one's offered to buy any. A. has come up with a bunch of suggestions for selling them, though; such as a booth the farmer's market, Ebay, and others.

Why in hell does CompuServe have the story about the two teenagers who were abducted, raped, and nearly killed near here, listed under their "Entertainment" tab?! Do they consider that Entertainment?

I am still trying to catch up on sleep after having to be at work at 6 am all week. I like going out to the docks, but getting up at 4 am is hell. Plus I didn't get much chance to work on my IFA report all this week. I did spend too much time editing my lead person's, though. Maybe I was being vindictive; there wound up being a lot on green ink all over it when I gave it back to him.

Fairly lazy Saturday - Not much going on. Nearly got in another fight with my Dad about the stupid dishwasher, but I bit my tongue and didn't take the bait. I showed Angus how to use the vacuum cleaner and clean up all the cereal they spilled in front of the TV. He was quite pleased to know how to do it, but later I caught him purposely dropping Cheerios on the floor just so he could vacuum them up.

It has been nearly impossible to get Angus to eat dinner. Anytime you mention the word, he yells "Dinner icky!" when he doesn't even know what it is. So today I told him, " This is dog food; you want some?"

"Yes!" he replied, so I warmed up some leftover stew - which he proclaimed yummy. The child is perverse. He still only ate a couple of bites, though.

various boring random thoughts while waiting for the kids to go to sleep

My sinuses hurt. The kids have had sniffles most of the week and generously shared them with me. It's not so bad when I'm up and moving around, but makes it hard to get to sleep. I tend to sleep on my side, so whichever nostril is lower gets completely blocked and I wind up mouth breathing - I hate that.

The neighbor, a fellow woodworker, gave John some cedar slats, so he's been out in the garage all day working on a periscope (little tube with mirrors on each end) for the boys to look over fences and furniture. He's worked so hard on it, I hope they don't bust it immediately, or worse, ignore it. He keeps having me take some of his boxes in to work to show to my co-workers. They all like them, but no one's offered to buy any. A. has come up with a bunch of suggestions for selling them, though; such as a booth the farmer's market, Ebay, and others.

Why in hell does CompuServe have the story about the two teenagers who were abducted, raped, and nearly killed near here, listed under their "Entertainment" tab?! Do they consider that Entertainment?

I am still trying to catch up on sleep after having to be at work at 6 am all week. I like going out to the docks, but getting up at 4 am is hell. Plus I didn't get much chance to work on my IFA report all this week. I did spend too much time editing my lead person's, though. Maybe I was being vindictive; there wound up being a lot on green ink all over it when I gave it back to him.

Fairly lazy Saturday - Not much going on. Nearly got in another fight with my Dad about the stupid dishwasher, but I bit my tongue and didn't take the bait. I showed Angus how to use the vacuum cleaner and clean up all the cereal they spilled in front of the TV. He was quite pleased to know how to do it, but later I caught him purposely dropping Cheerios on the floor just so he could vacuum them up.

It has been nearly impossible to get Angus to eat dinner. Anytime you mention the word, he yells "Dinner icky!" when he doesn't even know what it is. So today I told him, " This is dog food; you want some?"

"Yes!" he replied, so I warmed up some leftover stew - which he proclaimed yummy. The child is perverse. He still only ate a couple of bites, though.