Steak For Dinner
I saw the Karma Cow this morning.
She was standing in the middle of the road, having a Mexican Standoff with my SUV. A situation that resulted in me pleading with her, a COW, to please move because I was going to be late for work.
You're probably wondering how I knew who she was. I mean, a cow looks like a cow right? I knew because it started raining right after. We've been living in smoke for two weeks. The smell of it has permeated the house, our clothes, and my hair. 18,000 acres and counting. One of the fires is just miles from my parents' house.
On top of the raging infernos, there is a subtropical storm (Andrea) off our coast, three weeks ahead of schedule. Hurricane season doesn't start until next month! What gives? When I first heard about her I thought, "Great! Maybe she'll put some of these fires out." But apparently she's packing a whole lot of wind and little else.
(Click and enlarge for better viewing.)
Along with the fires and storms, my Grandma is having a Hysterectomy tomorrow. They wont know if the Uterine Cancer has spread until they operate. We're all hopeful. Hence the early invitations to the funeral. The funeral for her uterus, that is. Please, no flowers. But feel free to send chocolate if you'd like, in remembrance of those days of PMS.
Hoop's family came into town last night. Nash and his son, QT, are staying until Saturday. Hoop's Dad will be here until Tuesday. Although I love the company, and am appreciative of all the help they're lending, I can't help but feel a little overwhelmed. As the token female, I feel obligated to make sure everyone is comfortable. No small feat in a house that's only half done.
Then there's QT, the adorable and willful three year old. He refuses to poop in the potty, despite my promises of a "Doo-Doo Party" if he does. The last time he stayed, our house reeked of shit for days. Mmmm, poop and smoke. What a lovely aroma the house will have. The only thing that would make it better is if the dog gets sick again.
Back to the rain...
Five minutes after I left the Karma Cow, it stopped.
So much for bovine intervention. Perhaps I'll eat steak tonight.
Dining Room, With Table
These Captain Chairs were stolen out of a dorm by Hoop's parents when they were in college. I love them. They're very masculine. I'm looking for some feminine touches to add to the rest of the dining room to even it out. Any suggestions?
This is where the magic happens. Pathetic isn't it? I need to buy a desk.