Saturday was a day of anxiety, as I didn't measure our interior doorways before going fridge shopping, and based on the measurements I found only, our 30 inch wide doors might keep out the new fridge. Fudge! After the DVD swap and a quick workout, I got out the tools, borrowed a big prybar from newspaper_dad, and attacked the doorway. Crikey, what sort of moron attaches molding with 8 d nails (the suckers were 3 inches long and thick enough for framing)*. What sort of moron shoehorns in molding so that you have to remove molding from the door away from the door that you eventually want to remove the molding from. I lost it, I ended up getting out my jigsaw to cut away molding. By the end of the day I had tons of molding on the floor, and a 31.25 inch wide doorway.
I was pretty beat, so I halfheartedly watched Helen Mirren in Losing Chase, about an older mom recovering from a nervous breakdown on Martha's Vineyard. Several scenes were set in Tisbury, I kept looking for Johnny. Anyhow, older mom (almost too old to be a mom for the youngest boy) is recovering from a nervous breakdown, and is cranky to the helper (Kyra Sedgewick) her husband hired until the helper gets cranky back. The scenery was nice, the story didn't do it for me. I look for escapism in movies, dealing with a mentally ill woman isn't really escapism.
Sunday was the fridge delivery day. We took steps to make it easier, cleaning out the old fridge, moving it out, sending the dog with my parents, and asking them to be back by 5:00 since eight year old had a party at 6:00. The delivery was scheduled between 2:30 and 4:30, it would all work out.
Except they were running late. Fortunately my dad wore the dog out, and the delivery dudes were able to get in and out in a matter of minutes. They didn't use a dolly, rather a big thick nylon harness thingie. And the party, mixup, RSVP date was Sunday, the real party is Saturday.
Short day at work today, I'm heading home around noon to put the house back together.
So, this weekend there is a chance of both kids being away Saturday. Thirteen year old has a girl scout campover all weekend, and eight year old might sleep over. We are planning on dinner out Saturday, and I may even get some cask ale at the Tap and Mallet on Saturday. Also the gaming meet is on Saturday theoretically, but all the hardcore gamers are at NBW, I'm not sure if anyone will attend.
* My bosses boss suggested that huge nails on the door jamb make sense if you're hanging a heavy solid door off it, which does make sense. It doesn't explain three inch nails on floor moulding though.
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