I’m sure this will come as a complete shock to you all…but I’m really chatty. J is not a chatty person at all. On Friday night, we got into the car at the train station and we drove to our house…about 5 minutes away. I was telling him a story and I talked pretty much all the way home. J pulled in the driveway, parked the car, looked at me and said “What?” I was talking so much and so fast that he just completely tuned me out. It’s funny now, but at the time I got annoyed, yelled at him for never listening to me and stormed into the house…muttering something about talking to the dogs and getting a better response. I no longer recall what I was telling him, but I hope it was something important that he really needed to know and now he’ll always be in the dark.
We spent a good part of our weekend installing the air compressor for our new central air system. Remember all those holes I dug a little while back? Well…this weekend we actually poured the concrete slab and managed to move the three hundred pound compressor from its location in the garage to its final destination on the side of the house. This involved putting it on a hand truck, dragging/pushing it up our driveway, across the front of the house and down the neighbor’s driveway on the other side. It sounds easy, but it wasn’t. The thing almost fell sideways off the hand truck like three times. Luckily, my superstrength managed to keep it steady.
The whole exchange between J and I while we were doing this was so funny…for the neighbors, who were sitting on their back deck, laughing hysterically. It went something like this…
S: Man is it’s hot.
S: It’s like Africa hot.
S: Tarzan couldn’t take this kind of hot.
J: That’s sort of the point of the AC, Ferris.
S: Seriously…I don’t think I’ve ever been this hot.
J: (rolls eyes) Imagine if you were actually doing some work instead of just standing there.
S: (gives the finger)
J: Ok Mariah, come here and hold this end up. (Mariah is my diva name…as in Mariah Carey)
S: (walks carefully around the unit)
J: Come on Indiana Jones, I don’t have all day…
S: Huh? What does Indiana Jones have to do with air conditioning?
J: You know…because you are walking all carefully…(rolls eyes again) forget it. Just hold this.
S: (really quiet while holding)…(breaks into giggling fit) Oh, I get it…because he was walking over the bridge, but he had to walk on the letters spelling out Jehovah and then he stepped on the wrong one because there is no J is Hebrew…(now hysterical laughter)
J: (rolls eyes yet again) Ok, it’s time for you to get out of the sun. I’ve got it from here.
(I go inside and return a little later with my camera and hand it to J)
J: What is this for?
S: Take a picture of me with the AC.
J: Really? You came out here for a photo-op?
S: Yes, yes I did.
J: (shakes head and snaps picture)
Unfortunately, I looked both fat and dirty in the picture he took, so I won’t be showing you that. I will however, show you the fruits of our labor…
Also, last week I mentioned my need for a house to be symmetrical and some of you were all…the hell? What does that even mean? OCD much? Yes, totally OCD. I don’t do the counting thing where I have to lock and unlock the door three times and I don’t obsessively wash my hands or anything. But I have had a thing about symmetry since I was a kid. Everything has to be lined up and even and the same. J encourages this nuttiness when it comes to houses because he has this idea of what a house should look like. We both like center hall colonials. In order to show you what I mean by a symmetrical house…this is what my current house looks like…
I like the even number and size of the windows in the front…even though I find it odd that the middle window upstairs in is my closet! I think the design makes the house look bigger and sort of elegant…as opposed to the tiny disaster it actually is. Although, we’ve made significant strides from when we moved it. The first weekend we stayed there our circuit panel blew out and we had no electricity and no heat. It was awesome. Now we have new electrical, a new furnace and new central air. Next week, we start laying the new patio in the backyard…
I used to watch HGTV and think how easy all those projects would be and how I really wanted a fixer-upper so I could re-tile a bathroom and lay a patio and learn how to wire a light fixture. Now? I just want to hire someone. Because it’s not as much fun as it looks on TV.
Stay tuned for more pictures of our progress.
Oh…and I’m closing in on my 100th post. I’m trying to figure out how I want to celebrate that. I’ve got an idea brewing so come back on Friday for the details…