Thursday, September 28, 2006

Onward Christian and Soldier

After a long time of trying to get together, C was able to drive down in his Prius and we had a great night of dinner, stories, and trying to locate a dehumidifier to replace the one that conked out in my basement. I dragged him along to “home improvement row” while being fascinated with the bar graphs reading out info on the dash in his car. Actually, it made as much sense to me as the pie charts that appear on the front page of the "USA Today", which is only read when I stay at a hotel, but whose charts are still mind boggling for a person like me clueless to the wants of the actual USA today.

At the Depot, or Home Dopey as A calls it and Home Despot, as R calls it, we fought with a row of carriages and our only quarter to operate an unlocking system worthy of the DaVinci code. Then on to Lowes. Two stores, no dehumidifiers. One was selling a brand that I seemed to remember from my online search was one not to get, and when I checked later…it had been known to burst into flames. Aside from the drummer in Spinal Tap, this was not something I wanted happening in my basement despite the moisture it was sure to dispel.

We gave up and went for ice cream. I can’t quite remember what was said in the car, but we fell out laughing and C said that it was a fine thing that not only did we entertain each other but we cracked ourselves up. Two days later, the mildew smell from the basement was getting to me, so I went to the Home Despot in Neptune (intergalactic) and was able to find a big display of dehumids...I got one and then proceeded to spend 15 minutes in the parking lot trying to get it into the trunk, that mother was heavy. Then when I got home, I backed my car into the garage and got it into the house, miraculously, and then I stood beside it and edged it down one step at a time until it reached the basement. Whew....I really needed it ASAP, it had a bucket of water in it in no time....

I have not hooked the hose up yet, because, when the salesman was explaining the hose operation to me, he kept saying things like, " you take the thing off the top of the bucket, punch through and it comes out".. I said, "Wait, I don't understand", and he said "Is this too challenging for you?", and I said, “Yes. Yes it is.”

But on to the next homeowning challenge which is planting my first daffodil bulbs. For $6.95 the Despot could give me a netted bag full of hope.


Wednesday, September 27, 2006

How to Save a Life

“I will use my time. I will not spend my days in pursuit of how to prolong my life.”

So I figured out a few things tonight. Music can make you move. And making lists for things to be grateful for, like Woody Allen did in “Manhattan”, can help.

My item for today is:

The R and J Show broadcast between our cell phones daily or several times a day in which we invent jokes, phrases, and observations that make us laugh like when you were a little kid and you couldn’t catch your breath and fluids might come out of your face.

Oh, and one more item:

Campbell Scott

Was there ever a more worthy heartthrob that will never know you are alive?