Obviously I Need to Cook More or Something

At Denny's last night:

Kira: I'm really bummed, they forgot my hashbrowns. All they gave me was coconut.

And then when we told her those were the hashbrowns, she couldn't make herself eat them. Not even one bite. *facepalm* mk

Joint Compound

I decided this morning to work more on Kira's room. She's been waiting so patiently for me to get her room done. I still needed to do some wall repair, so I set out to get the stuff for that.

Ladder, check. Joint tape, check. Putty knives, check. Joint compound: can't find it.

Now, I -know- I have a fairly new container of it, because I had done some other wall repair in her room and bathroom. It -should- be with the rest of the room renovation stuff. It's not. I searched all over the house, the basement, the trunk of the Intrepid (don't ask why I was storing some of it in there), her room, the hallway, and then all of those places all over again. I peered as best as I could into the little bathroom in her room (that she has blocked off with a bookcase in the doorway). No luck. Third time full round looking around, and I'm about to give up. I'm pouring sweat from crawling around and moving things (which I really shouldn't be doing with my shoulder, but I get stubborn sometimes. I know, you're all shocked).

Then it occurs to me to check the corners of the little bathroom one more time. I can't quite see them. Can't quite reach my arm through the bookcase to feel in the corners.

So, in what can only be described as one of the weirder things I have done lately, I emptied the bottom shelf of her bookcase and army-crawled through it to peek into her bathroom.

And found the joint compound. mk 

Yeah, that bottom shelf? Was what I somehow got my body through.

I -knew- it was somewhere.

Be the Change

We're out to dinner last night (a very very rare occurrence): me, Mark, Kira and Aiden (1st mate on the Evans--Kira and I had been sailing earlier). We're all having a great time at the table, talking, laughing, more laughing. Very suddenly, without a word to anyone, Mark gets up and walks out of the restaurant.

The three of us left just looked at each other and tried to figure out what just happened. I had the keys to the locked car, so he wasn't getting something he had forgotten. We just had no idea. A few minutes later, he comes back and just sits down at the table like nothing had happened.

Naturally, we asked him what that was all about. He kind of shrugged and said, "I was holding the doors."

Bewildered, we all just kind of said, "Um...what??"

Just then, a woman went slowly past us, with a gentleman at her elbow, guiding her along. She was maybe in her late 50s or 60s, and was obviously struggling to walk. Mark nodded in her direction and said, "I saw her through the window, so I went to help her with the doors."

Aiden asked why he didn't let the man with her do that and Mark just kind of shrugged again and said, "There were two doors."

Mark's favorite quotation is by Ghandi: "Be the change you want to see in the world."  


He is. mk