Unfinished Business

Saturday started out with the internet, bacon, and eggs. The rain and snow I saw out the window curbed any urge I had to get up and get moving. Even so, we were thinking about venturing out to look for an end table for the recliner since we were using a wire cart to hold some of my magazines and books. To add to the awkwardness, the lamp sitting in the cart was an obstacle between me in the chair and Pmo on the couch. I had to lean up or flop back to see him. But instead of buying furniture, Pmo got the idea to move the end table (with a built-in, tall lamp) from the couch over to the recliner. There was really no need for it by the sofa anyway, because the coffee table was surface enough for keys and coasters. So after eating breakfast and spending some time on Facebook, I started reorganizing the living room while Pmo tended to a dresser problem he'd been having in the bedroom. Moving the end table also freed up space next to the couch for the rocking chair which had been homeless since the futon's arrival last weekend. So, at least for now, there's a place for everything and everything in its place.

We spend the rest of the day watching "Night at the Museum" then finally got out of the house. A few stops at Rural King, two Goodwills, two liquor stores, Los Bravos and we were back home. I proceeded to drink a bottle of wine while Pmo enjoyed his rum and Coke. We watched "Pyscho." Weird, I know, but he got it for my birthday in November and we had yet to watch it. It's not a movie you can start one night and finish another. Believe me, I'm an expert at that. In fact, I plan on finishing "Under the Tuscan Sun" with Diane Lane tomorrow. But if I'm going to watch something like "Psycho," it's got to be from start to finish. After the movie was over, I remembered what I liked about it. It's not like today's movies where you walk out of the theater going, "What the hell was that about?" I remember that feeling with "Vanilla Sky" and "The Dark Knight." I mean, I got the point, but it seem like much of it went over my head and I missed out on all those important details. In the end, "Psycho" is explained perfectly to the viewer as well as the other characters in the movie who were wondering what was going on, too. It's all tied up with a nice, little bow.

Sunday began with the newspaper, Pop Tarts and blueberry muffins. We helped a co-worker and his wife load up our firewood left over from Hurricane Ike and visited with them for awhile. Then Pmo had another idea. He was just full of them this weekend. He'd been asking me about redoing the bathroom for some time now. And I've been in no big hurry to do it because I spent two years of my life renovating a house only to move out of it with one room left to go. But Pmo mentioned something about painting, and for some reason, I jumped at the idea. So that afternoon, I started tearing down wallpaper. Why do people wallpaper anyway? I don't get it. It's such a pain if you want to change it. The paper itself usually comes off easy. It's the backing that stuck to the wall that's the problem. But after the paper was piled on the floor, I dipped a washcloth in a hot water/cleaning solution mixture and wiped it all over the area I was working on and turned my metal spatula into a scraper. And it worked. It was just one wall. The next steps are priming and painting. We should be able to finish up this coming weekend.

I decided on appetizers for dinner: buffalo wings with ranch dressing, pigs in a blanket and chips. The wings weren't as great as I remembered, but I switched brands so that probably had something to do with it. We spent the rest of the night watching the Oscars and, during commerical breaks, funny home videos. I was rooting for Rourke and Winslett but grew tired of the Slumdog Millionaire hype. I haven't seen the movie but I'm just sick of hearing about it. Yet, "Jai Ho" is stuck in my head.

This week, I have no pressing to-do items. My taxes have been sent off to my uncle for processing. My ring was dropped off at the jeweler's for resizing. So I'm waiting for those two things to come back to me. I plan on doing some grocery shopping tomorrow, but I can't go crazy because payday's not until next Tuesday. Plus I've got paint supplies to buy now. I hope to get in some more walks with the dogs. The weather's supposed to warm up a bit. Maybe I can catch up on my reading that I never seem to have the time or attention for doing. I've been reading the same book for months now. It's not even mine. I've got more books I borrowed from my mom that I need to get going on. Gee, I've got more to do than I thought.