Stuck In the Holding Pattern
Saturday, March 02, 2013
Well I guess that I finally figured it out. I reckon the old man is getting even with me for telling him I am going to those Austin concerts next weekend and the weekend after that instead of letting him dictate every time that we are going to the cabin and what we are going to do. Either that, or he's finally running out of steam and just needs the rest. Which is definitely possible since for a few weeks he was working on ceilings almost every week night after working all day. Most likely though, is that he is just trying to keep me thrown off. He seems to HATE for me to have a clue as to what he is thinking or planning.
I can't really complain because I hate doing anything extra on work days and most of MY work is just sitting around waiting for a kid to have a behavior that needs addressing. He really has done alot. It just totally freaks me out that he does all of it on the work days and rarely does ANYTHING on the weekends when most people do their projects. This week, though, he only did the one last strip on one half of the den ceiling on Tuesday and one beginning strip on the other half of the den ceiling yesterday. That's it. I, on the other hand, finished ripping off the paneling on the second half of the den and threw away all the scrap. I reorganized the garage AND my closet AGAIN. I packed up some more stuff and got another big pile to donate to Caritas and did many more semi-big projects this week before work. It almost seems like the more I do, the less he wants to do. You do know that if he interpreted my doing thie prep work as me telling him what to do, THAT would be the only reason he didn't do anything. I guess it's an OCD thing but I just can't STAND the idea that the den is going to be torn apart indefinitely.
I was COUNTING on him finishing the ceiling this week since he only had one small area to do so that we could put the walls back together in the den since it will be about six weeks before we have time or opportunity to work on it anymore. When asked what he was planning for the weekend, he said he didn't know. Except that he has to eat breakfast at the restaurant. And I have to buy HIS groceries. Zack put over two hundred dollars in groceries on my credit card today! Nice. The funniest thing is that Ron came home from work early today. So I figured he was here to work. Didn't do a thing. Whaa.
He just seems to WORK at keeping me off balance! Getting the den back together is a real priority to me since it was an addition from the previous owners and they just through stuff together. Most of the walls, when the panelling was taken down, aren't walls at all. Thin panelling straight over black insulatation with light coming through from the garage in some areas. This needs completed NOW. When he came home today, fifteen minutes before I had to leave, he said he had decided we should bring the dining table and chairs from the cabin down here and just use the picnic table there. Then we should move the rocking chair that is by the kitchen to where the table now is and build our own permanent ladder up to the loft. And too bad I'm on call this weekend because this is when we should be doing it. (Totally bypassing the torn apart den) Men are from Mars.
It's crazy at two in the morning to hear birds singing full blast like there's no tomorrow. Beautiful. Even though it seems like I am totally full of complaining, I really am starting to get pretty good on rolling along with everything. I better be! Only just now remembered that Coda waited until THIS MORNING to tell me he has drum line stuff Saturday which is now today. No times given. No places. Just that it's more than one place. So if Ron doesn't want to work on the den, I will just try to find out how to tag on with the drum line to make more film. I love being able to make my own plans. Donna, of course, has not emailed in a week so although I know she still wants the fish and tank, she thinks I will hold onto it for another year until she is ready. I think the fish store will buy back the fish and I might turn it into a terrarium. Looks like I won't be able to go to SXSW next weekend since I refuse to go totally by myself. Ron might have his way next weekend but the next weekend Ima be partying!!!