Monday, March 19: Warm, today, in the upper 70sF! We had a thundershower in the morning (Hayley-dog crouched under the desk looking panicked), and then by afternoon it was warm and sunny and breezy. SOTD: Deneuve parfum. This stuff is gorgeous.
Tuesday, Mar. 20: SOTD: Penhaligon’s Violetta. More rain-followed-by-sunshine today. Worked on the practice prom dress – and I think I’m just about ready to start cutting out the real thing.
Wednesday, Mar. 21: Paint prep, which I hate. Grrrr. CEO helped me move the ridiculously heavy piano into the middle of the room with all the other furniture, and I taped off most of the room. SOTD: Amoureuse, which is so gorgeous. Went to Lowe’s and bought three gallons of paint as well as the usual accoutrements (rollers, more tape, etc.).
Posted that rant I was talking about in last week’s Scent Diary. Wow, a big ol’ fireball of comments… thanks, everybody, for commenting.
Went to pick up Gaze from track practice at the middle school, and just after he got into the car and I headed for the stop sign where we turn right onto the main road, my van died. Just – died. No warning, no nuthin, just ded enjun. After several minutes it started again, but that was scary. CEO thinks I have some bad gasoline in the fuel line or something.
Thursday, Mar. 22: Sunshine. PAINTPAINTPAINT. I’m working on the short wall with the arch in it as well as the short front wall with two windows, and I think it’s going to look really good. The deep green paint does set off the wide mouldings. SOTD: Silences.
Van died on me again on the way to get Gaze from practice; this time I didn’t even make it to the school! I just barely had time to get it over to the side of the road after it died going up the hill. B, my mother-in-law, came to get me, and by then Gaze had had time to walk the quarter-mile from the school down to where the van was stranded. The van started again right before she got there, so I asked her to follow me home. Had to take Bookworm’s Ranger to chorus practice in the evening. I do not think it is an issue of “bad gas” at this point.
Friday, Mar. 23: I took the boys to school while The CEO drove my van to the garage. Of course it died on him, sitting in the middle of the crossover of the four-lane, of course with no warning… but he got it to the shop a few minutes after I’d gotten there, and then the two of us headed off (in his car) to do a financial planning session with the guy who’s been administering some investments we have. It was an interesting meeting. SOTD:Mary Greenwell Plum.
On the way home, by the side of the interstate we saw a little brick building with the following signs plastered on its side: GUNRUNNERSUSA.COM JESUS IS LORD We Buy Guns.
I seen it with my own eyes. And Terry down at the auto shop fixed my van, so it was ready when we drove by on the way home. (Crankshaft and camshaft position sensor replacement parts, $89.45. Labor, $91.47. Safety, priceless.)
Saturday, Mar. 24: PAINTPAINTPAINT again, the long wall this time. The CEO took Bookworm to Wake Forest for a college tour, which apparently they both enjoyed. She tells me that Wake Forest is now on her shortlist – but honestly, they’re going to have to pony up some serious scholarship cashola to get her, particularly in comparison to UVa and William and Mary, two Virginia public universities with excellent reputations and much lower tuition rates. Not that I’m ruling out serious scholarship cashola for her: she is an excellent, well-rounded student, currently first of 347 in (unofficial) class ranking and wif mad skilz concerning standardized tests. Her PSAT combined scores were awe.some. (Do I brag much? I wouldn’t mention it at all to people in this area, because that really would be bragging. I figure you guys don’t even know her last name…)
No SOTD today. Too busy. I did get the wall painted, but it was so dark by the time it finished that I couldn’t go back over it and touch up the spots. And then we had a hailstorm, and there was a flurry of “Quick, get the cars in the shop!” and “Quick, sweep up the hail that came in when we opened the door to go out!” I cooked frozen pizzas for dinner and we watched The Blind Side. I should have ironed, but I was too tired.
Sunday, Mar. 25: Moar rane. It stayed so dark all day that again I couldn’t do any touchup work on the walls. SOTMorning: Violetta. In the afternoon, I went to get a roast out of the upright freezer in the laundry room and found its door not closed because the insulation strip had come loose… which meant huge buildup of frost inside and the items near the front thawed out. EEP. Minor disaster. However, I managed to clear enough space in the other freezer, the one we
got stuck with inherited when my grandmother Nell moved out of her big farmhouse and into her townhouse several years ago, for most of the food. I did save all the tomatoes, corn and peaches that I had put up a couple of summers ago, and all of the steaks and roasts. A few bags went over to B’s freezer too, but we lost about 25 pounds of stuff – mostly soup bones and liver, things I don’t really cook much and push to the back of the freezer anyway, and some hamburger that had been at the front.
We had steak for dinner, of course. We need to work through some of this meat… SOTE: Le Temps d’une Fete. I needed something happy after the stress.