Typically, this is the day that I would begin preparing some of my dishes for Thanksgiving, however I did not.
"Why," you ask? Well, I'll tell you.
My dad just moved into his newly built home towards the end of August, and has been taking his time trying to figure out what he wants to do with it. He decided on surround sound for the living room and his bedroom, but wanted to add speakers to the game room, the front bedroom (my room) and the patio as well. SO, the guys from the surround sound company (I'd give them props, but I have no clue what their company name is, however, they are named Stephen and Chris and their boss is named John.) came to hang out with us today. All day.
They got here at 10:00 this morning, and when they left around 6:30 this evening they still hadn't finished. It was obviously a big job. They did mount a few televisions (including a 42" on the patio in the backyard) and installed 8 speakers. THEN they hooked everything up to my dad's tablet. Great. More electronics to get tested on before I'm "checked off" as a qualified user.
The boys picked up leaves from the front flower beds, played Trac-Ball, played Wii, and drove each other crazy for the majority of the day. I supervised the boys doing their yard work, did some schoolwork, and then supervised the speaker guys while reading my Kindle and cursing the damn Japanese beetle thingies.
You may call them orange ladybugs, but I googled those suckers yesterday when there were literally eleventy of them all over the back patio. I learned that they are Japanese beetles, they come out in droves when crops are being harvested, and something I don't really remember about wooded areas. Since my dad's house backs up to a nature preserve, I'm pretty sure the last one applies. They're stinkin' fast, and they're everywhere. I've been instructed to suck them up with the long hose of the vacuum cleaner tomorrow if they haven't miraculously disappeared.
I love my life.
After the sound guys left, we went to Five Guys for dinner, and then to buy booze. Some would say we should've started with that, but I think I would have felt more compelled to drink every bottle in the store. (Side note: On the way home, B was reading the box between N & himself in the backseat: "What is Voh-Di-kuh? Would I like it?" Oh, honey...you have no idea). We ended up going to two different places to secure our items from my Thanksgiving list. I might've text my friend Stella saying, "So...a guy, his daughter, and two little boys walk into a liquor store. No, really. It just happened."
Keeping it classy, one day at a time.
After that, we went to Target to finish our shopping for my day(s) of food prep. We'll continue that "finish our shopping" thought tomorrow. I get to go to H.E.B. and my dad "gets" to go to Sam's. I'm pretty sure he's less than thrilled. Anyway, as we pulled into Target, I saw a semi-familiar face and truck. Whether it was who I thought it was or not, my heart jumped up to my throat, and I felt a wave of panic.
And then I realized I didn't really want it to be that person. I was so proud of myself. Trust me, I've come a long way. We split up into teams, and I gave my dad and whichever kid he got stuck with a list of three things. They took off, then had to find us when they were done. It worked pretty well...and then they both wanted to go with Pampaw. Darn, time by myself? Sad.
We got home, unloaded the groceries, and I sent N to take a shower. Cue: Panic and subdued "ow ow ow." When I went in the bathroom, I find N...and part of the towel bar ripped out of the wall. Super. Because there isn't enough on my "to do" list for the next day or two. Let's just add "Repair drywall and replace towel bar" for funsies. Luckily, B showered without incident.
They're in bed, watching "UP," and I'm wondering if I should poison check the adult goodies we purchased tonight. I mean, someone's gotta do it, right?
Aubs
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