Yes!

The neighbour *was* tumbling rocks! It was a dryer, not a washer, but there were rocks involved. He does jiu-jitsu and was trying to soften up his ghi, which (he showed it to me) would have been about like donning 1/4 inch thick lead with an 80grit sandpaper laminate. So all day Saturday, he ran the back-yard dryer with the ghi and a bucketful of riverrock. As I was working in the yard a good portion of the day, it became something of a drone, and a comforting one at that. When the dryer periodically went off, I was jolted by the relative silence. What does that say about me and our society of constant noise and activity? Inactivity I don't think I ever fully appreciated, but peace and quiet used to be appreciated and and even valued. Now I have a pacifier full of rocks to keep my brain from chewing on matters too weighty.

At any rate. The Open House came (and I went to the mall and bought myself 3 skirts and a shirt for $66! What a bargain!) and strangers again wandered around in our home and passed judgement. Monica The Realtor wasn't too excited about any of them, so I'm still waiting for that fabulous moment of "They want to make an offer..." What music that will be!

The pups are still at boarding--I'm going after work to pick them up. I should probably schedule us for some bathtime tonight. They will surely need it after a weekend in the country...I'm loathe to mess up the nice clean bathroom, but dog smells have even less of a place in a house for sale than a few errant dog hairs. My back aches just thinking about it, but it's far less trouble to bathe them at home than to load them up and drive down to the dog wash again. Perhaps in our new house we can build a similar grooming station. A girl can dream.

Anyway. It's Monday. How is it that we keep looking forward when all there is is more work and more work and more work? This 8-5 business is not going out of style anytime soon, at least not for yours truly. Okay, style is perhaps a poor choice of words. It won't become any less of an option for me anytime soon. Sure, the hours may change, but the bottom line remains that when it's all said and done, I will have spent the bulk of my life doing meaningless crap for someone else's benefit. How is that right? How does that fit in with my ideals? And what the hell can I do to change it?

whoa. not sure where that came from. chalk it up to the angsty "Kerri needs to see her man" side of things. everything is better when you have someone with whom to share it. even melancholy.

soon. soon.