Saturday am, took my boots to the Shoe Smith for spring re-heeling and to look at orthotic inserts while I was there. Left 45 minutes later about $200 poorer but with great orthotics and 2 pairs of nice looking flip flop type sandals that will actually support instead of wreck my feet.
Picked up my 91-year-old dad and his home care assistant and went out for sushi before the 1pm Gatsby matinee. After the movie, dropped dad & Kofi off, ran back home to meet my contractor to map out my bathroom renovation, demolition to begin Tuesday.
I had vague plans with a friend to go out for dinner - we knew we had to get away from campus (graduation weekend) so we drove about 1/2 hour away to some restaurant we’d never been to and had no reservations at. Wow, that was dumb. 1.5 hour wait? No thanks, so we strolled a little further down the way and found a place that only had a 45 minute wait and a decent looking bar. After we sat there for about 10 minutes being studiously ignored by not one but two bartends, we decided “Fuck this, I don’t need this lofty attitude from these provincial twats.” And left. Tried a third place which I know to be good and were turned away again. We were about this close to just going to Dairy Queen but we really wanted a nice cocktail, not soda, not beer, not wine.
So, we made one more attempt at one of the much much better places in town, figuring we could at least have a cocktail before settling for bad Chinese or pizza. To our delight, they seated us at the bar and suggested we eat there. And we surely did! House made burrata with baby peas and opal basil. Fresh ricotta ravioli in porcini broth with fresh herbs. And a lovely lemon cocktail made with limoncello and prosecco. Then a few glasses of prosecco, and a chocolate ganache and salted caramel tarte and a mind blowing key lime and basil chiffon tart. While we ate, we laughed at several hilarious tales and memories of our late moms, who were two cantankerous old peas in an ass-kicking pod. Awesome end for what could have easily been a ridiculously annoying and unsatisfying evening.
Yesterday I killed myself preparing for the bathroom reno: take everything that isn’t attached out of my one and only bathroom, remove everything on and around the bedroom wall against the bathroom, try to make everything fit in my tiny house and garage. Collect all the fixtures and stuff to be installed and put in one area of the garage. Now the big project: get my newly acquired '93 Winnebago Warrior set up to act as my bathroom while the renovation goes on. Here’s about a hundred things I’ve never done before, so consult the manual and the Internet for every goddamn step to flush out the water system. Got that done before I finally crapped out in the evening, having not accomplished getting the hot water heater started up, nor my 5 loads of laundry that has to go to the laundromat, oh and now that the water system is flushed, I have to take the RV out to the highway truck stop and learn how to dump the (now full) gray & black water tanks.
Plus I have to get all kinds of documentation coordinated for my refinancing project, and some unrelated attack from the IRS who are attempting to collect taxes owed by my dead brother from my dead mom’s estate. Mmmmyyyyeaaahhh I don’t think so. I love my lawyer.
Decided to take Monday off or totally lose my mind.

