At Home with the Pouting Putto
It’s great to be back at work. Home is where the heart is and luckily work is something of a second home in which I can decompress from the other home (the inverse is true, too.) For a lovely early summer week-end in which no one was injured, seriously ill, no teeth chipped or lost it stunk.

Friday: Looked kind of blustery from my window at work. But my limited view of the shrubs next to the big brick church gives me a skewed meteorological perspective. It was really windy. Some said micro-burst in our neighborhood. I don’t know if that has been verified or if my family just likes to say micro-burst. There were a lot of branches down. And when I saw nothing on the digital sign at the corner Citgo, I had to figure either the prices went up so high that the sign exploded or power was out.

The good news was that Exiles arrived and I had other readable treats, so I was good to go. The girls showered by candlelight. (Humidity build-up and mildew is not the only downside of a bathroom with no windows.) After a dinner of pizza, cooked at Dominick’s deli which did have power, Rick and the boys went up to the St. Is store. To “check things out.”

Saturday Atypical for a Saturday at the end of May, Eddie woke up complaining of a stomach ache. The power was back on. But that little matter of the late bill with AT&T led to a new phase of internet withdrawal. This too shall pass. Right? Right!?! I’m dealing with it OK. The boys went back to the shop, including Eddie who decided he could recuperate better with internet access.

Someone took a shower and the faucet handle fell off. The good news was that it could be repaired. (Fran left a pliers in the bathroom just in case…) The other good news was that the inner works of the faucet were became turned 180degrees (in some fashion – don’t expect me to explain), undoing the hot is right/cold is left protocol in effect from the last time the shower was repaired.

Sunday Afraid to tinker with the shower at an early hour, I bathed with baby wipes and tried not to sit too close to anyone at 7:30am Mass. The rest of the day was given over to reading, tidying, catching myself when I was compulsively drawn to the computer and waiting for the next big thing to go wrong. Oh, and sneezing and weeping. The cottonwoods, of course.

And a little fun with Fran’s camera.

Waiting for the Benadryl to kick in...