Friday, June 17
Jun. 18th, 2022 01:35 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
gottawonderToday I am grateful for:
Pleasant weather. Warm and a little humid from all the rain, but not hot.
I was able to move my ride time to tomorrow so that we could go to the city today. Truthfully, I don't like doing that. My husband comes home, and all of a sudden I have to shuffle my life around for him. He wanted to go to the city today to bring home building materials, because the forecast was less likely to rain today than tomorrow. He didn't want things to get wet in the back of the truck.
I really don't like him getting the idea that my ride times are negotiable, because it is easy enough to just not go to make things easier for him when he is home. Generally, I put my foot down and I don't move or give up my ride times to work on the house or do other things when he is home, because we can work around my ride times, not the other way around. I have already made my whole life work around his job.
At least I didn't give it up, just moved it. Still, I hate to even make that precedent.
We were able to settle on a nice linoleum fairly quickly. It is dark grey, and looks like boards.
Then we went to the art gallery, which both of us enjoy. There is a guy that works in the gift shop that I have really come to enjoy. He often wears interesting outfits, is very friendly, and I enjoy having conversations with him whenever we stop in. He now "knows" us, and I really enjoy having a relationship like this.
After the art gallery, we went to Home Depot and got several screen doors and one heavy insulated exterior door that will hopefully make my husband happy enough that he can install it in the porch to replace the one he doesn't like. Then, maybe one day he will finish the frame around that door, so that we don't just have a jagged hole filled with spray foam insulation and a door stuck in it as our entrance.
So, here we are, a day spent getting materials. My husband's favorite pastime. I addressed that, and he says tomorrow is an actual work day, and I believe him because he is getting one of the work friends to come. That does tend to make him accountable in a way that MY mere presence does not.
Then we watched an excellent movie called "The Keeper", about a real person, Bert Troutmann, a German who became a prisoner held in Britain during WWII. He was released after the war, and chose to remain in Britain, married a British woman, and ended up playing goal keep for the Manchester football team.
I learned about Colma, California. A town, that was once more of a "region" in between San Francisco and South San Francisco, that is mostly made up of cemetaries. There are people living there, but the ratio of dead to living is around 1000:1.
This is because so many people died of infectious disease in the early days of San Francisco, and the land within city limits was deemed too valuable for burials. They started cemeteries on the outskirts of the city, in this region not yet a town known as Colma. Some cemeteries within the city limits of San Francisco were even evacuated of their dead, who were moved by the thousand to Colma.
https://www.colma.ca.gov/colma-history/
Pleasant weather. Warm and a little humid from all the rain, but not hot.
I was able to move my ride time to tomorrow so that we could go to the city today. Truthfully, I don't like doing that. My husband comes home, and all of a sudden I have to shuffle my life around for him. He wanted to go to the city today to bring home building materials, because the forecast was less likely to rain today than tomorrow. He didn't want things to get wet in the back of the truck.
I really don't like him getting the idea that my ride times are negotiable, because it is easy enough to just not go to make things easier for him when he is home. Generally, I put my foot down and I don't move or give up my ride times to work on the house or do other things when he is home, because we can work around my ride times, not the other way around. I have already made my whole life work around his job.
At least I didn't give it up, just moved it. Still, I hate to even make that precedent.
We were able to settle on a nice linoleum fairly quickly. It is dark grey, and looks like boards.
Then we went to the art gallery, which both of us enjoy. There is a guy that works in the gift shop that I have really come to enjoy. He often wears interesting outfits, is very friendly, and I enjoy having conversations with him whenever we stop in. He now "knows" us, and I really enjoy having a relationship like this.
After the art gallery, we went to Home Depot and got several screen doors and one heavy insulated exterior door that will hopefully make my husband happy enough that he can install it in the porch to replace the one he doesn't like. Then, maybe one day he will finish the frame around that door, so that we don't just have a jagged hole filled with spray foam insulation and a door stuck in it as our entrance.
So, here we are, a day spent getting materials. My husband's favorite pastime. I addressed that, and he says tomorrow is an actual work day, and I believe him because he is getting one of the work friends to come. That does tend to make him accountable in a way that MY mere presence does not.
Then we watched an excellent movie called "The Keeper", about a real person, Bert Troutmann, a German who became a prisoner held in Britain during WWII. He was released after the war, and chose to remain in Britain, married a British woman, and ended up playing goal keep for the Manchester football team.
I learned about Colma, California. A town, that was once more of a "region" in between San Francisco and South San Francisco, that is mostly made up of cemetaries. There are people living there, but the ratio of dead to living is around 1000:1.
This is because so many people died of infectious disease in the early days of San Francisco, and the land within city limits was deemed too valuable for burials. They started cemeteries on the outskirts of the city, in this region not yet a town known as Colma. Some cemeteries within the city limits of San Francisco were even evacuated of their dead, who were moved by the thousand to Colma.
https://www.colma.ca.gov/colma-history/
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Date: 2022-06-18 07:15 pm (UTC)Maybe your spouse will get motivated if you tell him you're taking "before" and "after" photos of the door.