SOS

my dad and i scrubbed and scrubbed his old apartment. we broke-down each task and tried to tackle one thing at a time. i spent thursday, friday, and saturday with him, and was very surprised to discover just how similar we are. we're reckless with tools, we're impulsive, we're unconcerned with whether or not something is perfect just as long as it works. we shuffle our feet when we're tired, we get distracted when we're cleaning. it was refreshing to work along side someone i'm so similar to. i'm glad brendan wasn't there, many of the things we did would've really bothered him - specifically when we unpacked the new wall cabinet, dove right in, ripping the box, tearing thru the styrofoam, making a mess. that would have made him nuts!! i had a lovely time. mid-saturday i was feeling kind of hungry so i asked for a snack. we sat at his little table eating crackers, cheese and olives. he was so thrilled to find another family member who likes olives. it was fun.

on sunday i was so sore from all the crouching and the scrubbing. i'm still a little stiff.

b and i (unexpectedly) made significant progress on our thank you cards. those cards have been a MAJOR thorn in my side. a weight on my conscious. the meer thought of them stresses me out. i'm EXTREMELY relieved that we're making our way thru them. it was actually a lot less difficult than i've been expecting. now to deliver them.

the poor mojomobile has a busted muffler again. we were going to put off fixing it, except my "check engine" light came on today, which implies something serious. i've made arrangements to be picked up tomorrow by a work-mate, so a mechanic can steal our money. we had TWO muffler repairs in september. it should've been fixed right in the first place. at least the second repair was free.

i watched my second superbowl last night. i felt extra invested because pittsbugh is the only city i have personal connection to - or rather a profession connection to, but it's personal nonetheless. i've been there, i know people there, i know people there who care about football. nancy cooked an awesome feast for us. b and i ate next to nothing all day in preparation. the lorimer-mclean-hamilton-aubin-gileo family are the most music knowledgable group of folks i know, so it's needless to say that the half-time show was extremely painful for them.

what's wrong with the world mama?