I have terrible water luck. We knew plumbing in House House would be dodgy when we bought it, and on Sunday it proved out when a flushed wet wipe backed up the whole system and had water running over in our bathroom. This was also the morning I’d finally grabbed our bathmats to throw in the wash. So there was nothing on our floor to stop the output of water. So…that was fun.
My ebike is glorious, though it is experiencing technical difficulties at the moment. Fortunately, it folds up, and we can take it back to where we bought it to have them service it. Though I could have gotten it cheaper online, this is why I settled on a local shop. a) Support local business and b) fix it when it breaks. That makes me happy. Getting to work faster and on my own terms makes me happy. Fresh air and sunshine — guess what — make me happy. If I have to do this commute, I may as well be happy.
Daughterbot loves to wrassle. Mom and Dad like to wrassle with her. When she is in the wrassling mood, she lies down on her belly on the carpet and wiggles around. This is the universal signal for “Wrassle me!” Then you have a choice — ignore her, or grab her and roll around. Ignoring her would be unwise, of course. Wrassling an 11-month-old is much like rubbing a cat’s belly: if she extends the invitation, you must accept.
Personally, I like to pretend I’m a tarrasque and flop around like a big ol’ Chinese New Year Dragon, which is fun, and she loves it, but a bit hard on the knees.
I have nearly planted all the things, and dug up a couple more bushes. I kind of want raspberry canes now that I have realized I don’t have a raspberry cane. And I murdered a bunch of sprouts by neglecting them. So sorry, sprouts.