Now that the new floors and paint are almost finished (the contractor says 3 more hours tomorrow to do fix-up and clean-up...but I think it will be more), the place is looking better. But it will take literally days of cleaning to get the house back to a truly livable condition, including a keyboard that does not accost me with everytouch.
But maybe my favorite wife will take care of all of that while I am away. Tomorrow, I spend time in the office trying to finish last minute stuff and then, early on Sunday, I'm off to New York City for a trade show. I'll miss the season openers (2 shows, night after night) of 24, the show to which I have grown addicted, and hope my wife will tape it for me. I will be in New York, dealing with being an exhibitor at a trade show. The show is Monday and Tuesday, then I return to Dallas on Wednesday mid-day, just in time to shower and shave and pack for a trip to Long Beach. I leave Thursday for Long Beach and I return the following Monday morning. Nightmare!
I used to enjoy travel. Now, I only enjoy it on my own time, on my own dime. The Long Beach trip is my own dime, since it is for an association we own, but it's not really for us. I just have to do it.
Back to the floor. It looks great, despite the dust. My wife is not happy with her selection of grout color, saying it is too red. I like it. The tile is reddish brown and the grout sets it off. I'll like it, by God, whether she does or not!
My wayfaring brother from Falba is still in Mexico. He has wandered around the Pacific Coast and is, I think, now headed back toward Guadalajara and Ajijic, with plans to bus back to Falba soon. I envy him being able to kick around Mexico for awhile; I was not meant to work but, instead, to wander and write and comment on wine.
Gotta go watch NPR and check on the availability of clean socks.
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