So what happened was, we got new floors.
They're hand-scraped hickory, and they're only downstairs and on the actual stairs (upstairs is still manky horrible carpet).
And I love them. I love that they are all distressed and mis-matched, like crappy old wood that we just found rotting in a pile somewhere and decided to put on our floors.
Even though they show, like, every single speck of dust. As you can see by these photos. Fortunately daughter H's OCD has kicked in and she's sort of obsessive about Swiffering them (when she's home, which she wasn't when I took these photos).
UNfortunately, in getting these floors we broke the dog's brain. He has only two speeds: OFF and 11. If he isn't sitting/lying perfectly still, he is running around like a crazy thing. So, he slides on the floors. Which makes him afraid of the floors. Which makes him want to run across them even FASTER. Which causes him to slide. Which makes him afraid of the floors. Rinse, repeat.
We have a bunch of rugs thrown around everywhere and he kind of hops from one rug to another like he's playing a game of Frogger. It would be funny if it weren't driving me absolutely nuts. I'm not sure which one of us needs sedatives more, quite frankly.
Apart from the floors and the dog we are our usual busy selves around here. I found out one day before the first rehearsal that son C was going to be in a week-long musical performance for school, so that was fun. We're still in the midst of that now, and since it's at night and I can't see to drive in the dark, husband P has been ferrying him around while I stay home to help H with her homework, which seems to involve an awful lot of glue and colored sand lately for some reason.
Speaking of homework, son C is supposed to be reading Jane Eyre just now, although I don't think he actually is, and since I hadn't read it myself I thought it might help if I did, and so I am. (It's appalling how many classics I haven't read considering I minored in English in college.) I am enjoying it quite a lot and trying to convince C that he will too, but he's too busy playing Skyrim. Oy. Meanwhile I have ordered a paperback copy, even though I don't read real books anymore, of Jean Rhys's Wide Sargasso Sea and am very much looking forward to reading that as a followup, assuming I even remember how to read real books. We shall see.
Prior to starting Jane Eyre I read The Wonderful Wizard of Oz, which I also hadn't ever read, and now that I have I'm thinking that could have been a MUCH better movie in the right hands. Just sayin'. I read TWWoO because H and I have tickets to see a Broadway Across America production of Wicked in a couple of weeks, and I was thinking I might re-read the Gregory Maguire book before seeing the musical and that it might be nice to have a frame of reference before reading the book this time, only now I've decided NOT to re-read the book beforehand and instead just to enjoy the musical for what it is without the need for comparisons. So. I'm glad we got that all worked out.
Let's see, what else is going on? I've had the same weird, nebulous crud that I get every year around this time, which I always assume is some sort of flu that my body is fighting off owing to having had the shot back in October. (Except this time it might actually be dust/cedar poisoning. Hard to tell.) I'm trying to beat it back with naps, hot toddies and lots of sriracha. That usually works.
My hair, which I shaved off in May 2010 and have been growing back for a little over a year, is making me completely insane but I am not going to let myself shave it again because boy howdy, that was a pain to maintain. Assuming I didn't want to look like a Monchhichi, which I did not.
I recently read this article and loved the concept of setting seasonal goals rather than annual goals, so I promptly resolved to make more homemade granola, take more photos and drink more chai tea this winter. So far I've made ONE batch of granola (coconut almond -- it's OKAY, but not worth sharing the recipe until I've tweaked it), taken ... the three photos you see in this post, and consumed not a single cup of chai tea. Heh. I even suck at REMEDIAL resolutions.
Yep, that's about all I've got. Enjoy your weekend.