Southern Verisimilitude

OK, that's it, New Year's, fresh start, new beginnings, baahumbug!
You're gonna need the back story on this one... it was yet another quiet redneck Christmas. Kinda hard to have an open house or sit down meal when you still have no walls, the table is in pieces and the chairs are in the garage holding boxes of new flooring. So out again came the "salute to yats" aluminum tree, the decorations stayed packed away and we gathered around the coffee table. A small semblance of evil satisfaction was had when Jim attempted to help in the kitchen and dropped his whipped egg whites for the eggnog AND the string bean casserole straight out of the oven, he just hasn't been in the kitchen enough in the past 16 months to get the hang of balancing pots on top of the coffee pot or propping the cookie sheet across the sink to use as counter space. Samantha stayed in the frozen north where they evidently live like humans. Jerry, Jake, Jim and I spent Christmas Eve playing boardgames and getting a tad silly on eggnog (good thing I bought extra eggs) and Poma. Josh's little family finally made it over for presents and a late Christmas evening dinner. Kylie was to wound up and excited over her new doll house so insited on staying the night. Which meant a day of giggles and playing and wearing Grammie and Popsy (her new nickname for Jim) out.
Saturday I woke up energized and excited, Jim would be staying home for the week and I planned on rearranging the scraproom around my new desk and making curtains with my new sewing machine and just really giving the top floor a good cleaning and putting some finishing touches on the decor while he finished up the wiring, insulated the walls and put in the much anticipated call to my dream man Harold. Sigh, how I dream of the day that Harold graces my doorstep, Harold, the man of my fantasies, Harold, the sheetrock installer. Um, nope, a strange kinda malaise sets in when your husband spends day in and day out, sprawled out on his recliner watching football games. So I bided my time and took xanax and naps and whoomping big glasses of wine. And this morning, Jim went to work. Eleven days off , he installed one outlet, filed 1 yr of back taxes, watched countless football games and checked out all local places that have been featured on Diners, Drive-in's and Dives. I just kinda hung out and waited and waited and waited and today, hopped out of bed and attempted to capture that enthusiasm for making 2009 a wonderful, productive new year. My first load of laundry turned undershirts, socks and underwear pink...totally missed Kylie's pink satin fairy slipper that found it's way into that basket. While cleaning the antique desk with Murphy's Oil Soap, caused some kinda reaction that entailed 45 minutes of squirting, scrubbing, drying and repeat and repeat and repeat, now just leaving the desk kinda sticky feeling. Decided to clean the windows. Haven't done the top floor windows in years, all the rooms were inhabited by kids, all had shades and curtains so just never gave the top floor much thought. Well now that my bedroom and scraproom are upstairs, I can't escape the fact that the windows are disgusting. Humpth, kinda forgot that these were the old windows, installed about 25 yrs ago, when all you worried about was double paned and used to, I paid neighborhood college students to clean the windows every spring. Did the inside just fine, was able to manage the top pane on the outside without falling out the window and killing myself but how the hell do you do the outside of the bottom pane??? I have a power washer but sorry, just doesn't do the trick like vinegar and newspaper and I have no intention of climbing a ladder outside and we don't have anymore desperate college students in the neighborhood. GGGrrrrr, think I'll go make a martini, climb in a bubble bath and maybe shift my 2009 goals more in the direction of improving my mind....I can sit on my arse to do that.