It must be the week for signage. Or perhaps I am just out and paying more attention again lately. Actually, Gary found this one.
What better selling point is there for a guitar than the fact that it has played a lot of Dylan?
This one made my day.
In Dylan terms, that means I miss the basement!
If you have not been following along, I have had not one, but two floods and countless craziness that has misplaced first my stuff and then me, from the basement office.
I am happy to report that there is a light at the end of the tunnel (hopefully not with a runaway train right behind it) and I am starting to believe I might actually get back in the newly renovated office soon. (define soon).
Here is why I have confirmed that working upstairs is not for me. Yesterday would be a perfect example.
8am-10am: House renovations across the street on one side reach a fevered pitch
10am-12pm: House on the other side takes down a tree and woodchipper whines on for 2 hours
12pm-1pm: Fall clean-up with the gardener at the next door neighbor
1pm-3:30pm: landscapers come to roto-till my yard since the waterproofers left a big section of dirt (aka mud) after the drywall went in.
So, pretty much that was a solid 7 and a half hours of white noise.
No can do.
Of course that did not hold a candle to the 5 hours of jackhammering in the basement last Wednesday from the waterproofers. (that my son slept through, BTW)
So my friends, it is almost back to the basement for this noise sensitive lunatic. And I couldn’t be happier.
I love this shot. Looks like he can step right out of it and lay down on that makeshift couch.
Not sure about the significance of the red seahorse. Any thoughts on this? Then again if you ready Dylan’s autobiography just about anything would make sense.
I know I have already blogged about this once this week, but this is monumental.
Today is the 20th birthday of the fabulous Miss Jana. All you lurkers out there, the pressure is on to throw a comment in to wish my not so little girl a very happy birthday. Keep in mind she is in the home stretch of the semester and life is not all that much fun so she could really use a shout out from all of you.
In celebration of her birthday I will share my top ten most favorite things about Jana (in no particular order)
1. her hair (Dr. Jimmy is with me on this one)
2. her smile (thanks to the orthodontist who gave her the straightest teeth in the zip code)
3. her ability to suck it up in tough situations.
4. the fact that she will always be the one to tell me when it is time to get my hair colored (this could be one of the things I miss the most with her gone)
5. her kind heart
6. the way she taught me that it really doesn’t matter if a teenager’s room is a mess.
7. the way she treats her brother
8. her love for music (her dad made sure of that)
9. the way she hates to shop (where could that come from)
10. the fact that my behavior rarely embarrasses her
For the second time this week, but on the actual date you popped out, happy birthday Janny girl!
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Jana is home for 5 whole days between camp and school. We like to think of this week as relay for health. We fit many doctor’s appointments into a short period of time. Last visit was the dentist, eye doc and gyn. This week it is allergist x 2 (trying to get that asthma in check) and the dreaded annual check-up with…
the pediatrician. Ok, so she is 19 and we are still visiting the pediatrician. Yeh, like we are the only ones doing that! While we were in the exam room I heard what sounded like a full grown man in the other room taking an eye test.
Note the ‘gown’ she was asked to put on. She wanted to know what short little porker size kid this was designed for. Wait, didn’t I see this top in a Vera Wang ad in the NYT fashion mag?
What is with our generation that we don’t trust the big people’s docs with our college kids? Do we have some strange masochistic nostalgic streak that makes us feel the need to still be around kvetching babies and toddlers in the waiting room to validate our vision of ourselves as ‘mom’?
Here are a couple of favorite sound bites from the ONE HOUR wait to see the doc:
8-year-old-girl: Mom, remember our babysitter Uma from Iraq?
Mom: She was from Canada!!
Mom: Let’s play the guessing game. I am thinking of a man.
Kid 1: Is he a singer?
Kid 2: Bob Dylan?
Kid 2: Bob Marley?
Note to self: kidnap Kid 2 and take her home. She fits perfectly with our musical tastes and Gary always wanted a third child.