mazarin5's Journal: Big Summer

Well, yesterday was Tuesday, and one of my very rare free days. I just finished my physics degree last Thursday (yay!) and I've had to work Friday (amongst other days). Saturday through Monday, my son Christopher was here.

Then I had Tuesday, where I cleaned out the third bedroom in my house, currently a storeroom, so I could install the washer and dryer that my girlfriend Amber had just purchased. Her dad came by to help me run pipe beneath the house. I remember it being pretty tight under there, but I've lost seventy pounds since then. I wonder if I could open it up more by digging out a little earth?

I should mention that I asked her dad for permission to marry her, while I was on the way back from the hardware store. I intend to propose on our vacation in a few weeks. Otherwise, I try to act uncomfortably and irritated by the subject. She brings it up fairly often. We've been together four years this past Sunday, after all.

Back to business; I'm somewhat procrastinating finishing the washer hookup. My house was apparently built as some sort of public works project to try and teach the mentally handicapped basic construction skills. At least that's what it looks like. I also have to fix the nasty nasty leak in the lines for my kitchen sink, and run a line for the hose outside. I should do it all in one fell swoop. If I decide to screw with the sink, it will my my drain pipe assembly simpler, because I won't have to run yet another PVC line to the open drain in the middle of the floor.

If I seal off the bathroom properly, and get the city to fix the leak in their line in my basement, then maybe I won't have so many slugs downstairs. I'm glad I didn't spend much time in the boy scouts, because I'm not sure I wanted to know too much about the seven varieties of spiders and insects crawling over me when I was in the damp, leaky crawlspace. It reminded me of Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom - when they are in the room where they are being crushed by the lowering ceiling and the only salvation is to endure a shirt full of bugs.

Well, I'm new to this journal thing. I can never commit to one. We'll see how this works out, as I blow enough time on slashdot anyways.