Taking a Break

Well, it's another quiet but unusual day.

The Hubs' birthday is in two weeks, and he is impossible to buy for. And here, he just got me this lovely gift for our anniversary in July, so I was in a quandary. Sometimes I get him things that I think he would just love -- in a few cases, things he had actually asked for -- and he looks happy and thanks me and never takes it out of the package. But you know, he's turning into another person lately, so ...

There was a 17" LCD TV on the front page of the Target circular this morning, so I went off and got it. Since there are no hiding places whatsoever in this house, especially for something that big, it's on the steps up to Katie's room, behind the closed door. And then, to my amazement ...

After he got back from his Sunday morning walk -- he goes miles and miles -- he asked if I was busy this afternoon, because he wanted to go ... shopping. Shopping. A pod person, indeed.

So we went. He has finally decided to get himself a decent chair to sit in in his little study -- a long story about why he has no decent chair -- but he didn't want to get one while the cats were still puking and pooping everywhere, and this was our chance. We went, armed with sale circulars, and found nothing, but then stopped in a third store and damn if he didn't buy himself a chair. Which I offered to go pick up Wednesday, since I still have this last week off and the delivery charges are insane, and it will fit even in my little Barbie car. And then ...

We came home and he ripped up the seriously awful carpet in his study that has been there since we moved in. The one with melted crayon here and there, in addition to the stains of cat effluvia, since this was K's room when she was little, and R's room when she was in the stage of writing on the walls and stuff with chalk. The carpet is gone, and we have decent hardwood floors, because the house was built before they decided that floors only had to be plywood because everyone was putting carpet over them anyway. Unfortunately, there are remnants of carpet padding stuck to the floor, so I'll see what I can do about that tomorrow. I have a long list of things to do tomorrow, but I think #1 just became picking up a bottle of Murphy Oil Soap and a new mop. I don't think that the Swiffer WetJet can cut through this crap.

So now I'm really glad I got the TV, because he seems to be in changing-his-environment mode, and that makes this a good time. I only hope he doesn't re-arrange the whole room once the chair is in to see his crappy, 25-year-old 15" with dials and a half a picture at its best advantage.

While he was ripping up carpet, I was flipping channels and saw an ad for tonight's big season finale of Big Love, which I watched last year and was really into, but I haven't seen a single episode of season 2, although I recorded them all. So I wondered what I was waiting for, and I just watched the first two episodes. It's very, very good, but it's kind of emotionally demanding to watch. I may only get in another one or two tonight, but I have a headache, so maybe not.

Boy, I have a lot to do tomorrow. Well, there's always Tuesday.

WATCHING BIG LOVE marathon :: ENTRY #1567