Saturday, May 28, 2011

eight times over

For starters, we're having a girl. Our name debate is focused.
And, upon instructions from my wife, private. Sorry. :)

I want to be laying around on the couch all day today. Instead, I'm running wires, disconnecting and reconnecting stereo equipment, stuff I believe I should only do if we were (1) moving or (2) selling off everything for drug money.

But my wife is nesting, her mother is the crowbar with which to exert extra leverage, and I'm merely a hapless sod who doesn't have much of an opinion on the layout. Don't touch my office, don't disconnect the internet. Those are my rules for living.

So the entertainment center's being moved a total of 4 feet, on the other side of a wall. I ventured knocking the wall down, but counter arguments such as "resale value" and "load bearing" and "you're an idiot" all came up.

I remember the heady optimism when we first moved into the house. "This is our house! We don't have a security deposit! Drill baby drill!" I dropped holes all along the edges of our dining room, behind furniture I assumed would be there forever. Turns out, you eventually want to sell the house, and people greet swiss-cheese holed hardwood floors with skepticism. Gorram pharisees if you ask me.
(nobody does)
So run wire, no willy nilly drilly drilly, set up entertainment center in new room. That's all weekend I suspect.

Argh. I have so few days left without 24-7 vigilance protecting a child attempting to kill herself repeatedly with everything in our house.

It's just about enough to make a grown man cry.

1 comment:

  1. lyrics:
    Once again, I'm denied my choice

    Once around the stump, then twice across the ceiling
    Now eight times over Miss October is out for me
    Believe me when I tell you, she's all about destruction
    It's just about enough to make a grown man cry

    Good God, Almighty, we was panning for gold
    Down at the banks of mighty Colorado
    When all of a sudden came an awful sound
    Ten thousand buffalo were running us down

    Once again, I'm denied my joy
    Sieves and peas, oh, Lord, oh, Lord

    Thunder and lightning at a feverish pitch
    Must be the workings of the Old West Witch
    I crossed her once when I was just a youth
    Been scared stiff ever since, to tell you the truth

    Once again, I'm denied my joy
    Sieves and peas, oh, Lord, oh, Lord

    She went once around the stump, then twice across the ceiling
    Now eight times over Miss October is out for me
    Believe me when I tell you, she's all about the voodoo
    And all the things I'm losing when I pay no mind

    Get off on the good foot and start another day
    Maybe head for Hazel, Californ I A
    Or sooner or later, she'll go to town
    Sure as the Earth runs around and around

    Again, I'm denied my joy
    Sieves and peas, oh, Lord

    At the side of the road, a bundle of twine
    And on it, I found a note
    It read, "You'll be running 'til the end of time"

    She went once around the stump, then twice across the ceiling
    Now eight times over Miss October is out for me
    Believe me when I tell you, she's all about destruction
    It's just about enough to make a grown man cry

    Once around the stump, then twice across the ceiling
    Now eight times over Miss October is out for me
    Believe me when I tell you, she's all about the voodoo
    And all the things I'm losing when I pay no mind

    ReplyDelete