off to the lake!

Off to Minnesota tomorrow! Just me and Dad... man, this'll be interesting. I think we'll either achieve relaxed coexistance and blithely ignore conventional cooking, or strangle each other in a week over god knows what all. Bets?

Today was... interesting. Two inspectors came over before 9am, to check the electricity and plumbing in the kitchen. Then Mom and Dad went into the city for their anniversary -- it's their 30th, btw! -- Vicky went to work, and I was alone with the dog and the cleaning lady.

And did I mention that we took the computer in to get all the data transfered to a new CPU? I couldn't even go online! The horror of it all -- I was forced to read actual books! *snerk*

Then I spent a lot of time packing and doing laundry, before spending 3 hours taking Pat to the mall to return some stuff and buy new socks. Which didn't actually work very well... they've apparently changed sock designs since the last time she bought any. (Might have been '95, if that recently. Some of her socks are seriously fugly by now.)

And then I came home to discover that the floor people were working in the kitchen, so I had to feed the dog by taking her outside, around the house, and in the basement door. Argh. Not my day. Really, really not my day.

But we should reach somewhere Chicago-ish by tomorrow evening, and I'll actually have time to read my summer book list (and possibly some more Dostoyevsky, how I love him!), so all is well nonetheless.

Also, I finished Titus Alone, and am thus done with the Gormenghast trilogy. In all honesty, I don't like the third book much, mostly because I was never that interested in Titus. I was more interested in Steerpike and in Gormenghast itself; the castle has a definite spirit of place. Granted, Titus does grow up over the course of the third book, but I still don't find him particularly sympathetic.

off to the lake!

Off to Minnesota tomorrow! Just me and Dad... man, this'll be interesting. I think we'll either achieve relaxed coexistance and blithely ignore conventional cooking, or strangle each other in a week over god knows what all. Bets?

Today was... interesting. Two inspectors came over before 9am, to check the electricity and plumbing in the kitchen. Then Mom and Dad went into the city for their anniversary -- it's their 30th, btw! -- Vicky went to work, and I was alone with the dog and the cleaning lady.

And did I mention that we took the computer in to get all the data transfered to a new CPU? I couldn't even go online! The horror of it all -- I was forced to read actual books! *snerk*

Then I spent a lot of time packing and doing laundry, before spending 3 hours taking Pat to the mall to return some stuff and buy new socks. Which didn't actually work very well... they've apparently changed sock designs since the last time she bought any. (Might have been '95, if that recently. Some of her socks are seriously fugly by now.)

And then I came home to discover that the floor people were working in the kitchen, so I had to feed the dog by taking her outside, around the house, and in the basement door. Argh. Not my day. Really, really not my day.

But we should reach somewhere Chicago-ish by tomorrow evening, and I'll actually have time to read my summer book list (and possibly some more Dostoyevsky, how I love him!), so all is well nonetheless.

Also, I finished Titus Alone, and am thus done with the Gormenghast trilogy. In all honesty, I don't like the third book much, mostly because I was never that interested in Titus. I was more interested in Steerpike and in Gormenghast itself; the castle has a definite spirit of place. Granted, Titus does grow up over the course of the third book, but I still don't find him particularly sympathetic.