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Flying on fumes...
Sep. 23rd, 2006 08:48 pmIt's been a fairly tiring day. Galina and I spent time over at the other house, where I clipped some shrubbery and Galina made the place ready for pressure-washing in preparation for painting. Our tenant still has not formally vacated the premises, figuring, I suppose, that since he's paying - oops, sorry... "promised to pay" - for the month, that he's entitled to stay. I have this feeling...
Later, I tried to pressure wash the back of the house we're living in, only to realize that our $100 washer has limitations. Indeed, after the guy we hired finished with the other house, Galina persuaded him to come by this one and pressure-wash it, too, doing the whole job in about the same time it took me to do a passable effort on just a few square feet. So impressed was Galina with the power of fellow's pressure washer, she had me start it up and proceeded to cut a swath through the crud that's accumulated on our driveway while the fellow was in the bathroom drying himself off after the job.
In other news, I called Delta to find out about fares to JFK, to attend my mother's funeral and hang out with my dad for a few days. Buying a ticket on short notice turned out to be too expensive for my current cash flow, but fortunately, I was able to get a suitable ticket using some frequent flier miles. The flight departs Hobby tomorrow morning, and Galina and I will ll have to get up at oh-dark-thirty to be there on time, all things considered, but I ought to be at the old homestead by tomorrow night.
When I called the old man to tell him I was coming, I asked him how he was holding up. He told me he was feeling an emptiness, which I can understand. I suspect that the closer I physically get to my dad's place, the greater the impact I will feel of my mother's demise.
Natalie came by in the middle of the afternoon and helped tremendously in getting the last large furniture pieces out of the garage and into the house. The living room now looks like, well, a living room. I've set up the television, and even done a fairly good pass through the junk in my office, now that the desk/bookshelf from my old office is here. The volume of junk that's been squirreled away is minimal.
Anyway, it's nearly 9 pm, and I have to go pack.
Cheers...
Later, I tried to pressure wash the back of the house we're living in, only to realize that our $100 washer has limitations. Indeed, after the guy we hired finished with the other house, Galina persuaded him to come by this one and pressure-wash it, too, doing the whole job in about the same time it took me to do a passable effort on just a few square feet. So impressed was Galina with the power of fellow's pressure washer, she had me start it up and proceeded to cut a swath through the crud that's accumulated on our driveway while the fellow was in the bathroom drying himself off after the job.
In other news, I called Delta to find out about fares to JFK, to attend my mother's funeral and hang out with my dad for a few days. Buying a ticket on short notice turned out to be too expensive for my current cash flow, but fortunately, I was able to get a suitable ticket using some frequent flier miles. The flight departs Hobby tomorrow morning, and Galina and I will ll have to get up at oh-dark-thirty to be there on time, all things considered, but I ought to be at the old homestead by tomorrow night.
When I called the old man to tell him I was coming, I asked him how he was holding up. He told me he was feeling an emptiness, which I can understand. I suspect that the closer I physically get to my dad's place, the greater the impact I will feel of my mother's demise.
Natalie came by in the middle of the afternoon and helped tremendously in getting the last large furniture pieces out of the garage and into the house. The living room now looks like, well, a living room. I've set up the television, and even done a fairly good pass through the junk in my office, now that the desk/bookshelf from my old office is here. The volume of junk that's been squirreled away is minimal.
Anyway, it's nearly 9 pm, and I have to go pack.
Cheers...
