Life has been cutting into my other activities of late. Visits, parties, trips. Concerts, doctor and dentist visits. Hanging out while my father-in-law takes the Dobló to the mechanic (god bless him) (my father-in-law, I mean. Well, the mechanic too: grant him the skill and dexterity to work fast, and the ethical convictions not to charge me an arm and a leg for inventing a little piece of metal and welding it onto my rusty exhaust instead of reinstalling the entire system, as Fiat wanted him to do). I rode the train into work today. I love the train, when the weather is warm and I can read and don't have to wait for it in freezing weather, or walk from the station to work in the rain. I hate driving, man. I hate cars.
Where was I? Life. I had yesterday off and did a little cleaning. I'm reading this one self-help book, as I am wont to do, and it's all about getting organized. I managed only to select about 5 t-shirts for the trash, the others having possible uses as painting smocks for the kids or collectors' items, so I switched to paper rubbish and tossed a bunch of duplicate manuscripts, useless receipts, etc. Whole garbage-bag full. Cleaned off my nightstand. Boy was Alpha happy. I'm not going into detail here, but the lava lamp was on last night, dude, is all I'm saying. So, more cleaning on the horizon.
Also, toilet seats? Who would have thought they'd be easy to replace? They go on with WING NUTS! I had to loosen the old ones with a wrench, but still. The whole job, including pretending to read the directions, took maybe a total of 5 minutes apiece, including cleaning the icky greenish grime from around where the bolts were. It was so quick and easy, I even admitted it to my wife, rather than pretend it'd been a horrible job, as I usually do, in order to squeeze a little more bargaining power out of the process. For the rest of the day I was all, I love toilet seats.
Posted at May 4, 2004 09:55 AM