29 May, 2016

simmer the hell down

we spent the whole day yesterday finishing taking apart the bbq into its component bits, taking it to the car wash, scrubbing the gunk off it, and putting it back together again. the day included a stupidly lengthy visit to whataburger where the whole restaurant was in a training session, with the end result of some very angry customers, then a jaunt to home depot for assorted screws, nuts, bolts, bobbles, nubbinses, and widgets. despite intermittent communication with the boys, mr. monkey really seemed more interested in his project than in heading south to houston to hang out. we also waited for our pool guy but he was unable to make it because so many of the roads were closed due to flooding. rescheduled for today.

we finally did make it to houston somewhere around 9pm, having had to make a wiiiiide circle around the flooded roads, and ended up having a really good time. this time it was mr. monkey who decided it was time to go home, and i meekly followed. his reason? he wanted to hit the junkyard early today (50% off all weekend!) and grab some essential volvobeaste bit. we invited the boys over this afternoon and they may or may not come: their plans, as they say, are organic and evolve naturally, and i'm fine with that. it was funny last night to see them stand around glassy-eyed and yawning, proudly telling tales of friday night (or is it saturday morning?) excesses where they closed the after hours club down at 6am. i suspect they didn't go out last night after we left, and if they did, they did it purely for the principle of the thing rather than a deep desire to whoop it up again. all i'm saying is: 40 don't lie, no matter how much you try to tell yourself different.

i'm currently at tb's doing laundry. our house (which i will henceforth call The Canoe*) didn't come with a washer and dryer, and we've run out of time to buy them. tb kindly offered his facilities - it was either that or a laundromat (i suspect they might not have those in the woodlands because only the poors need them and we don't want to encourage those people) or the pool, and i feel like the pool guy might object.

the weekend, despite my darkest fears, has so far turned out to be just fine and dandy, flooding of the surrounding areas notwithstanding.



*not just randomly - the address is canoe birch place, which i insist on misspelling as canoe bitch place. either works, really, though i'm not sure what a canoe bitch might be. ideas welcome.

9 comments:

Zhoen said...

We refer to it as Home Despot. The guy who installed our blinds called it De Pot.

"screws, nuts, bolts, bobbles, nubbinses, and widgits" is glorious. Great name for a blog.

Maybe mr. m has been less upset about your partypoopering than about his friendships not being what they were, on either side. It's a hard transition, as the old gang drifts and start preferring junk yards or kids games or whatever their life has become, to staying up all night with a beer and buddies. We think we still want that, but when it comes right down to it... not so much.




polish chick said...

wise as always, zhoen. i think you're right. i also think the reason these guys try so hard is to retain a little bit of the old them. it's easy for me because i was never a partier - although i used to love going out dancing and i do miss that.

Geneviève Goggin said...

I bet most people have a bit of their youth they try desperately to hang onto. For me it's my fearless and spontaneous sense of adventure. Now I over-thinking everything and don't take a lot of risks. BUT forty has a lot of advantages too. I wouldn't go back to being twenty if you paid me.

Geneviève Goggin said...

I bet most people have a bit of their youth they try desperately to hang onto. For me it's my fearless and spontaneous sense of adventure. Now I over-thinking everything and don't take a lot of risks. BUT forty has a lot of advantages too. I wouldn't go back to being twenty if you paid me.

Cthulku said...

Clearly, the canoe bitch is a medium-sized dog -- say, a border collie; something energetic -- that is the mascot of said canoe. Providing companionship during long portages, keeping watch over the camp at night, and occasionally dragging the boat at the end of a lead, like a trolling motor. A coveted and cherished place among the voyageurs.

Zhoen said...

There's a painting about that, took a while to find it since it looks more like a cat, and is not Bierstadt like I thought. Nor is it birchbark, but dugout. Still, Cthulku put it in my head. (put it on my site, didn't want to clutter up here.)

Cthulku said...

That's almost exactly what I had pictured. Nicely found, Zhoen!

polish chick said...

yes! love it. though i thnk a border collie might not be the best breed. clearly a water dog is needed. any more whimsical ideas? i've got nothing!

Zhoen said...

Newfie.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Newfoundland_%28dog%29

But they might swamp a canoe