I Don’t Know What’s Worse: Exams or the Dentist

DSC_0380 This is a very busy time for me right now, with the end of the semester coinciding with the Spring pledge drive at work.  I had three long papers due last week, and four final exams this week (plus a dentist appointment tomorrow).  You’ll forgive me, therefore, if I do not write again before Friday afternoon.  I have a lot two write about, too, including school, roller derby, plumbing, television, work, friends, books, motorized bicycles, and so on.

Plus, I’ll write about writing itself.  A course I took this spring really opened my eyes about what constitutes good writing.

Also, I’m not so worried about swine flu.

A Sign

Don’t laugh, but I like Hungry Howie’s.  I eat it all the time, and I always get the same thing.

Today I had to go to school to drop off a paper, and on the way back I called to place my order.  When I told the guy my name he said, “Pepperoni/Butter-cheese?”  Like I said, I go there a lot.

I Spoke Too Soon

I was premature in declaring my plumbing problems ended.   Last weekend, after a long shower, I found the problem I had hoped had been resolved had, in fact, returned.  (Yes, I am aware the preceding is a terrible sentence.)  So, tomorrow afternoon between 2:00 and 4:00 in the PM, the plumbers will probably be ripping the yard apart to get to the cause of the clog.

When I arrived home from work tonight (after visiting the downtown farmers’ market and having dinner at The Top with Miriam), I found that GRU had paid us a visit and done some work in the yard.  There were tractor marks in the grass, and the yard had been dug up beneath the cedar tree.  I couldn’t find a clean-out, if one had, indeed, been installed.

I will spend all day tomorrow writing a paper and looking forward to being able to take a shower while simultaneously washing clothes, running the dishwasher, and flushing the toilet.

He’s Going to Be Someone’s Baby

I can, at last, declare unlibelously that Phil Spector has murdered both music and people.

The Water’s Flowing

DSC_8745I think it may now be safe to say that our dire plumbing woes are behind us.  Several weeks ago, on a Saturday afternoon, the stoppage was almost total, and as we had a couple dozen guests coming over for dinner, it was crucial that something be done.  We had informed our visitors that they may have to hold it while at our house.  But I called Quality Plumbing out, and, though I feared what the bill would be at $170/hour, I had no other choice.  Rocky came out.  He was a younger fellow, but very nice.  He spent probably an hour and a half on the roof, and on hands and knees in the yard listening for the sound of his snake spinning in the drain.  After he felt like he’d done all he could, he announced that the total was only $112.  Our guests were relieved, so to speak, to have the toilet working again, and I was glad to be able to shower that night.  Almost a month later it’s still flowing smoothly.  Huzzah, Rocky, and Quality Plumbing!