Well, I know you’ve been dying to see how the tub turned out. Click for bigger pics.
Well, I got the results today from yesterday’s blood test, and I’m healthy as a horse. If anybody really wants to know, my cholesterol count is 211.
The main thing I’ve learned is that I did not enjoy yesterday morning without coffee.
If you have a fast connection, I’d go here and click on everything:
Janet straightened me out last night – turns out she’s left me for as long as a week at a time before Emily was born, and I was lost and lonesome when she found me and took me in.
Something very strange is going on with the prices of things… can anyone explain to me why I can buy a microwave or a 4-head VCR for $39 out at Target, but I just paid about $4 for a bag of cat litter? Somethin’ ain’t right.
OK, all right, I understand supply and demand, and cheap sweatshop labor, and economies of scale achievable through mass-production, and all of that. But what I don’t understand is how you can put together something like a calculator with 20 moving parts and electronic components that have to be screwed and soldered together, that even includes a battery, package it in a blister pack with a 4-color print job that has to be diecut, pack those in a box, send it across the Pacific on a boat, ship it to Auburn, and sell it at The Dollar Tree for one freakin’ dollar!
I mean, at some point, it has to be like the old story: we buy these widgets for $1.20 and we can only sell them for $1.00, but we make it up in volume.
Phew! After working at least a few hours 27 of the preceding 28 days, I declared a holiday and stayed home alone yesterday while Janet went to work.
Of course, there wasn’t much to it. Papa John came and got Emily a little after 9:00, and the guy from the cabinet shop showed up at 9:30 to hang the new cabinet doors over the bathtub. Then I took a bath (the tub was declared seaworthy as of Friday, and I’ve had 5 baths already) and drove down to Kaiser Roseville Medical Center to find out that ‘fasting’ also meant ‘no coffee.’ After that, a quick lunch, a couple of beers, and a nap, and then by 5:15 or so, up to get Emily at John’s house.
Someday, I would like to try spending a substantial, uninterrupted period of time by myself. I’m pretty sure the longest I’ve ever been alone is only like 4 or 5 days, if that, and I can’t really think when that would have been, except maybe a thanksgiving break during college when my roomate went home and I hung out in our room. I like being alone, but I seldom get the chance, and then, since I know it’s limited to a few hours, I try to do too much instead of just enjoying some quiet time to myself.