Speaking of things that are not fun, I took my Eurovan into the shop yesterday for the 100k service. It needs two new cooling fans. They have to be ordered from Germany. They also cost over a grand between the two of them and that doesn't include labor and taxes.
And lastly in the whingeing section of this Saturday diary experience is that the calls are ramping up at work. As the primary phone monkey this is getting exceedingly difficult to work with.
Chuck Colson is an idiot. He claims that the present occupation of Iraq meets the criteria of just war theory and then goes on to talk about meeting moral commitments. Just war theory does not speak to broken promises at all. Instead it speaks of things such as having a reasonable chance of success, being proportionate to the offense that began the war, being waged by a proper authority, etc. Further, it doesn't distinguish between war and occupation. War is war until the shooting is over so I don't think you can split a war in half and say, ``okay, it wasn't a just war to begin with, but now it is.'' Rather than claiming that the occupation is a just war, the best moral argument that can made is that given the colossal screw ups thus far, occupation is the least of all the available decisions with are all evils. But even there, that argument is a stretch.
And, well, I've got to get out and about. I've got a dirt party to prepare for.
Update [2007-6-23 23:36:2 by lm]: New stuff follows.
Turns out shoveling dirt didn't suck so much. My best guess is that my dirt party moved about 200 cubic feet of dirt all together in two trips in our Eurovan. Three friends ended up putting in significant effort: Dorian, Miss E, and Mr. Upstairs. The day was cool and the sky overcast. It was a great day for working outside and we had a lot of fun. After the dirt was moved, we had beers, chips, hummus, salsa, apples and Vernor's ginger ale. And now the ground under my back porch is flat rather than sloping towards the house. I think I'll need one more trip to make the ground properly slope away from the house, but this will be a definite improvement. Next week's project will be fixing the gutters over the back porch which gave up the ghost after a recent storm.
Vespers was nice. Xanthippe didn't feel like going so it was just my youngest daughter and I. We walked to the service as it was quite pleasant out. On the way back, we stopped at the grocer and picked up some fish, frozen pizzas and corn on the cob. We cooked up quite the feast and were joined by Cooper and his wife, Dorian, Miss E and (belatedly) Mrs. Upstairs. Cooper and his wife brought cantelope, watermelon, cheap wine, tortilla chips and french fries. After dinner, we stuck 10 candles into an ice cream sandwich and served it up to my daughter.
With regards to the title of my diary, it applies to the real estate agent with whom I've contracted to sell both Ye Olde House of Doome and The Headache House. I'd planned on auctioning off Ye Olde House of Doome, but my brother-in-law had called this realtor with whom I have a good relationship. She called me to talk me out of an auctioneer and suggested a rather aggressive and unique strategy to unload Ye Olde House of Doome posthaste. But she never really followed through with her strategy. Turns out, she was trying to save me from myself. She thought that my sister and her husband were actually going to get their stuff out of the house in a timely fashion, fix all the things wrong with the house that they said they were going to fix, make the house presentable so that it would sell for what it's actually worth.
Three months after first signing the paperwork, she has now seen the futility in trusting my sister to follow through on what she has promised to do. She apologized. /Now/ we are finally going to put her aggressive strategy into place. Hopefully Ye Olde House of Doome will now be sold sooner rather than later. The good Lord knows that I need to have that house sold in many different ways.
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