- My son has finally broken my alarm clock. Ya see, when he crawls into bed every so often, say at ooooo 5.30 am, I let him play with my alarm clock. It is my never ever successful attempt at trying to get more sleep. He messes with the buttons, all with the gentle hand of a toddler. He takes absolute delight in turning on the radio, shaking his booty when the music comes one. But, he has dropped it several times. The face has popped off twice. And even poured salt into the thing. (don't ask). It hasn't been setting right lately. Last night it went off several times, all wonkey and random. Like the car from that one Steven King film (little help with the title pls- too early). This morning it was totally broke.
- This weekend will be the last weekend I haul stuff up from the house. Mr. Hall has proclaimed he is done with his part. Carpet is ripped up, all the furniture is gone, painting is done. We have workmen coming in to replace counter tops and the fuse box. Then it will be listed. T minus two weeks. I haven't digested this news yet. Too early.
- We have two motorcycles left in the garage. One is a sporty bike, one is a Goldwing. That purple bike up there, THATS a Goldwing. I miss going on motorcycle rides with Mr. Hall. Anyone who has experienced being on a touring bike, riding through long country roads, knows what I mean. It is a time to snuggle and hush. But, we have kids and will be soon trying for another. It'll have to wait.
What ends also begins eh?
Take care everyone, have a good weekend :)