We picked up an inexpensive, unfinished pine table and chair set. Lord knows I'm rough on furniture, so being the Handy Andy I am, I've been applying coats of polyurethane, sanding in between of course. Though the weather has been balmy at best, it's still too chilly to open the windows, thus, a lack of ventilation. Just weeding out the slow and old brain cells. So I apologize in advance for any, um, shortcomings in my, uh, writing.
Dusting. Taking a vested interest in my role as house-husband, I dust. A lot. A ridiculous amount in fact. I attribute this to the rehab going in the apartment across the hall. But they've been more or less finished for a week. SO WHY ALL THE DUST? So I donned my Inspector Lewis hat and started to investigate. Could it be the coal power plant, only a few blocks away? Maybe.Could it be Carleen's capacity to throw flour all over the kitchen each day before she leaves for work? Ah, what about he furnace? Let's check the filter. Filter? What filter? There was no filter.
Oh my.
I installed a new filter, which in itself was almost impossible due to the positioning of the furnace (on its side, behind a wall (is that up to code?)), and cleaned what ducts I could get to. Now, as I mentioned above, it's pretty balmy here, also being the tighta$$ I am, the thermostat is set pretty low, and we're on the 3rd floor (yeah, heat rises, cha-ching(saving money sound)), the furnace hasn't kicked in. I'm interested to see the results. I've dusted everything yesterday, rounded up all the dust bunnies, (which, I might add, due to all the debris in the air, those bunnies turn into dust donkeys in a matter of days, literally), and scrubbed all the floors. I wipe down the floors ever other day. On my knees with a microfiber rag. I've almost become obsessive about the floors. (By the way, a big thank you to my wonderful mom, Theresa Grutz, for the fine gift of an assortment of microfiber cleaning rags.) I'll keep everyone posted on this issues, I know you're all on pins and needles waiting....
Handyman, cleaning dynamo, and.....handsome chef? Yep. Check it out.
Since Carleen is busting her hump for CPS, I've been making dinner, too. The other night I made some creamy mushrooms and pasta. And last night I threw down some delicious potato au gratin. The key is cutting the taters an 1/8 of an inch think. And heavy whipping cream. Tonight's menu: herb-crusted tilapia, curried chickpeas, asparagus, and a wee salad (w/ homemade dressing no doubt).
Of course, I'm also looking for jobs, too. If you haven't seen the audition for Wrigley, here it is.
Lastly, it's not all work and no play.....
On Sunday we hit up Fireside Bowl (yes, that Fireside Bowl of historic music mythology) and threw down a few frames. It was dirty, kinda smelly, and super fun, just like bowling ought to be. Once warmed up, I tossed 3 strikes in a row. Thank you.
Lastly, I couldn't find the original video for Camper Van Beethoven's "Take the Skinheads Bowling" for this blog on youtube, but I found one riiiiiiiiiiight here. Check it out, it's a classic. Off to prep some fish, yes!
Dusting. Taking a vested interest in my role as house-husband, I dust. A lot. A ridiculous amount in fact. I attribute this to the rehab going in the apartment across the hall. But they've been more or less finished for a week. SO WHY ALL THE DUST? So I donned my Inspector Lewis hat and started to investigate. Could it be the coal power plant, only a few blocks away? Maybe.
Oh my.
I installed a new filter, which in itself was almost impossible due to the positioning of the furnace (on its side, behind a wall (is that up to code?)), and cleaned what ducts I could get to. Now, as I mentioned above, it's pretty balmy here, also being the tighta$$ I am, the thermostat is set pretty low, and we're on the 3rd floor (yeah, heat rises, cha-ching(saving money sound)), the furnace hasn't kicked in. I'm interested to see the results. I've dusted everything yesterday, rounded up all the dust bunnies, (which, I might add, due to all the debris in the air, those bunnies turn into dust donkeys in a matter of days, literally), and scrubbed all the floors. I wipe down the floors ever other day. On my knees with a microfiber rag. I've almost become obsessive about the floors. (By the way, a big thank you to my wonderful mom, Theresa Grutz, for the fine gift of an assortment of microfiber cleaning rags.) I'll keep everyone posted on this issues, I know you're all on pins and needles waiting....
Handyman, cleaning dynamo, and.....handsome chef? Yep. Check it out.
Bland, ordinary whole grain muffins? NO WAY! Baked falafil. Ingenious, I know. |
Of course, I'm also looking for jobs, too. If you haven't seen the audition for Wrigley, here it is.
Lastly, it's not all work and no play.....
Carleen gets her game on. |
Bowling and the happy couple. Awwwwwwww. |
And thanks for all the fun geographical names!
7 comments:
All right, what will it cost to get you to drop by and clean my home? I'm thinking serious spring cleaning... do you wash walls?
Most envious of the menus. Can we exchange recipes? Gosh, that sounds swell!
XXOO,
Mother Theresa
P.S. Do you remember helping me chemically strip the glue off the maroon battle-ship linoleum on Jackson? You started acting like a glassy-eyed Steve Martin, so we spent a little 'quiet time' out back on the chaise lounges.
Hey Lovely Carleen!
Is that the fetching new, vintage jacket gracing the lanes? Cuuuuuute!
XXOO,
Mother Theresa
Holy crap! I remember stripping that rug out of the kitchen and the neat lino below. Ah, the good ol' days when Dad's asthma/allergies kept him from doing things, ergo, you and I would have to do it. You and I stripped that gunk off the floor and I do recall getting goofier than a $2 bill. Certainly an indication of my future entertainment value (read: kind low). Ha! What a memory...love you Mom.
$2 bill? Er, make that a $3. I'm still feeling the effects of the fumes.
But the table looks (and feels) great! Thanks love!
Nick, you always crack me up, but the video made me laugh out loud - a former boyfriend was a Camper fan, only the way he used to sing the chorus made one think it was a metal song!
Can't wait to see you guys soon.
XO Peg
P.S. I'd rent you out as a house husband anytime - could use some floors scrubbed & good meals.
That song and video is so great. It's like, "Dude, it has skinheads and they're BOWLING in San Francisco! Far out!"
I'm sure I can arrange something with the wife to get away and do some cleaning. Can't wait to see you this weekend!
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