around the house…
A good winter weekend to me includes the following elements:
Being somewhat productive
If I don’t “do something”, I feel guilty and undeserving of relaxation time. This weekend’s “do something” included:
- A little bit of online work (not much, maybe 3 hours).
- De-Christmassing the house (thank gawd that stuff is down – nice when it goes up, then it feels like the house is ‘junked-up’).
- A quick clean of the house.
- A little bit of closet organization (maybe more today, maybe not).
- Need to do some laundry today.
Doing something fun
- Yesterday we went bowling… yes, I think bowling is great fun! I’ve actually ordered a ball and a bag. Very exciting stuff.
- Made home-made pizza – okay, William made the pizza, but I cooked the bacon and shredded the cheese. It was super yum.
- Played pinball and had a few drinky-drinks. Fun!
- Watched the Canadian Juniors win IIHC Gold (although I went to bed early and missed the second half of the third period, I caught the highlights, and it was still awesome)!
- Watched wild-card NFL action – pretty happy that the Titans won, although I don’t think they’ll go any further.
- Relaxing is often related to doing something fun, but today I hope to get cosy and finish reading “Origin” by Dan Brown.
- We’re probably going to have golf on (It’s the first event of the season, and they’re playing Kapalua – way more fun to watch as we’ve actually played there!), and then football.
If I’m super ambitious, I might go to the mall, I have a gift card and I really need shoes.
Just trying to appreciate the moments as they happen.
Life is good.
Kind of a weird week.
Last week-end I felt super productive and accomplished… taking care of a lot of little things like preparing my HST, compiling all our 2015 house bills, getting the dining room table set up and more.
This week I felt like I was drowning in work… one thing would come in, then another, then another… (Especially from one client) I’d think ‘okay, I’m almost done for the day’ then an odd request or six would appear in my inbox. I think I had a total of 5 meetings (one not working out due to a poor internet connect), and one I skipped because it can wait.
Frustrating to say the least. Annoying.
So now I’m having to work a bit today, but hopefully not tomorrow. Next week is already looking busy with the end of the month quickly approaching.
I’ve got to find a better balance!
- Played in the indoor golf league – couldn’t hit my driver further than 160 (UGH!), but I played okay otherwise.
- Got together with some girls for Rachie-Roo’s birthday – pretty fun
- Had a relaxing couch night last night.
- Tonight we’re having a couple of friends over for a nice steak dinner and likely some pinball and hot tub.
- Tomorrow is all about football. We invited a couple of couples over, but neither are able to make it… all good.
Here’s the dining room table and chairs from the TN house…
Life is good.
So, as posted, I really had low expectations for Thursday morning. As it turned out – I was in and out of the oil change place (oil change, tire rotation and break check = $40 THANK YOU!) in 30 minutes.
I popped in the upholstery place to pay for the dining room chairs and our ‘occasional’ chair and asked about delivery… free delivery – even though we’re way out in the county… THANK YOU! Sometime next week? Sounds good to me – way easier than trying to work their hours (open until only 5pm during the week and closed on Saturdays) with William’s, on a day that’s not raining or snowing (no cap on his truck), and he’s in that part of the city.
Next off to the dreaded passport office. I was concerned, as the parking meter only allowed for a maximum of 2 hours… However… No one in line 1. Only 3 other groups waiting in front of me in line 2… I was in and out of there in 20 minutes. No lie. Plus the security guard was serious eye candy. THANK YOU!
Essentially I left home at 8, dropped the pooches off and had a chat with MomG, and was home by 10:30… I even got the upstairs of our house cleaned, did some work and relaxed for an hour before heading to a ‘shop’ party in the city. (Which was a fun time.) Yay!
I guess when you keep your expectations at a worse case scenario, it has to go better!
Along with this idea… I don’t consider myself a demanding person with high expectations in general. For the most part (but not work wise or being late!), I like to go with the flow.
We learned that the dining room table and leaves could be picked up (and paid for) yesterday – but William was on call. Although getting the table and chairs to Canada, to the restoration place and to the upholstery place has been literally a 5 month process, I really didn’t care if William could get it yesterday. We’re going to have this furniture forever, so what’s one more day/week/month.
As it turns out – it wasn’t raining or snowing, and he didn’t have any calls – so he took Mr. Shank to get the table yesterday. (Then they popped in to see our friends and Mr. Shank’s BF for a little play date – YAY – exhausted dog!)
While they were gone, the owner of the upholstery place called – he was meeting a friend in Essex for lunch (they did the upholstery at Billy’s Taphouse – our best local restaurant IMHO) so he offered to deliver the dining room chairs (the occasional chair is not finished yet). THANK YOU!
The chairs were here before William arrived home with the table.
He was going to set up the table (attaching the pedestal bases which we’ve had back from the restoration place for about a month now), but realized a little shim needs to be replaced and he would prefer to use all the same screws… He could have ran up to the hardware store last night, but who cares? He can do it today, or tomorrow, or whenever – like I said, we’re going to have this furniture forever – and with him on call I don’t like to bug him about things (being on call bugs him enough!).
Don’t get me wrong – I can’t wait to see the table and chairs set up! They look amazing – better than I hoped – but I think (and finally, here’s my point) if I have a lot of expectations, it would result in me being fairly demanding – and that doesn’t make for a very happy life. I think it’s more important to consider the big picture and not sweat the small stuff – in the end, everything seems to work about even better than I would have expected!
Not my most profound words of wisdom… but still, I think it’s an important part of a happy life.
Life is good.
Pics to come!
Certainly not a normal Friday.
I usually work my schedule to be able to clean the house on Friday mornings after I take the pooches to Mom G’s… but as it worked out I have an oil change in the city, need to pop into an upholstery place, then I need to hit the passport office.
I think the passport office is the Canadian equivalent to the US’s Department of Motor Vehicles, (as seen on TV!) except everyone needs to be able to fluently speak English and French.
You stand in one line and wait, then once they’ve determined you’re not an idiot (or perhaps you are), they direct you to take a number, sit down, get comfortable and wait. You wait among the most ethnically diverse group of people you can image. That might be a consistent problem with the whole process is that so many needing help parce que ils ne sont pas parler anglais. Oh, and screaming babies, arguing adults… weird smells…
Then when your lucky number is called, you get to deal with an impatient, harried civil servant who must absolutely hate their life. (Of course there must be lovely people who work there, who love their jobs and lives, but I’ve never met one.)
The entire ordeal could take 30 minutes or it could take 4 hours… don’t make any immediate plans. Pay the maximum for parking an hope that all works out.
So why do I have to go to the passport office? Good question! It’s because I need a certified copy of my passport to be able to apply for an American Tax Payer Identification Number in order to be able to submit a US 2015 tax return for the 10% Uncle Sam withheld from the sale of our TN house. (Really super annoying as I asked repeatedly if me being a Canadian would have any tax implication with the sale… I easily could have given PF – the other owner and an American – a ‘quit claim’ deed to avoid this whole mess!) Quite the enjoyable process, I say! (Luckily PF was an accountant… and he’s helping me out!)
I’m invited to a ‘shop party’ of one of my friends/clients, so I might head back into the city around 4pm to take advantage of this work perk! Yay!
So the house is not going to be cleaned today, which means I’ll either do it tomorrow (William is on call) or it won’t get done at all – in which case I’ll be annoyed until next Friday.
That’s all – life is good.
Hey! It’s a holiday – Family Day. I think I’ve mentioned this before… oh yeah here in 2008 and 2012, so I won’t get in to it again, except to say this holiday should be in June, Billy is working today and taking Friday off.
So with this bonus day I’m planning on catching up on a few things I’ve been neglecting (AppSumo stuff, reading social media advice articles, and at least one chapter in a business book – guh, and a bit of golf tourney stuff), and maybe getting a jump on some client to do’s, as I have a feeling I might be getting slammed with work come the Monday Morning Mandatory Meeting which due to Family Day is Tuesday Morning Mandatory Meeting Which Will Make the Whole Week Feel Weird Which is Great Come Friday ‘Cause It’ll Feel Like a Thursday and I’ll be Like Woo Hoo. Plus I’m playing hookey on Friday, so it’ll be good to get ahead of the curve.
That is all, life is good.
What’s your definition of luxury? When or how do you feel indulgent?
I think I’ve used (mostly in my head) the word, ‘luxurious’ more times in the last few days than I have in my entire life. Am I at a five star resort with a personal butler drinking specialty cocktails, looking out a pristine beach while receiving an incredible back massage? Nope, I’m at home. Working even. The usual.
Preface/disclaimer: I know my definition of luxury might be different than yours and that’s cool. I do know what it’s like to be pampered, stay in schmancy resorts and eat fine food surrounded by attentive staff… but this post is about little everyday goodness.
So why the luxurious feeling?
Well! 4 reasons really.
1) Lotsa socks. Yep, I’m talking about socks again. Do you know how nice it is to reach into a sock draw and randomly pull out a pair of socks that a) match b) don’t have holes c) are awesome. I’ve been battling worn, missing, ugly socks for years, but no more! Since I’ve purged my sock drawer I bet I’ve saved 5 minutes a day. That’s not much time, but those five minutes were really annoying.
2) A duvet that fits our bed. In the summer we bought a new king sized mattress, which was a damned luxurious purchase. Comfort (less back problems!), space… ahhh! Well, we only had a queen sized duvet and duvet cover until just this past week-end. Why? Because it’s not often William and I get into the city together, and ‘let’s spend the day shopping for duvets’ is not that appealing. So for the past half year, and during the coldest months, I’ve been going to bed in the equivalent of a snow suit. Most nights Shank hops into bed between us sometimes and I’m left with the king sized sheet – no blanket. I’ve even kept an extra blanket on the floor beside me in case I need it and many times Halia is on that one!
No more! We now have a wonderful, thick duvet. I got it for half price and feel like the luckiest person in the world. Having covers at night is damned luxurious.
3) A power cord that doesn’t need adjusting every 5 minutes to stay powering, yep, that’s luxury. After a meeting today I zipped into the city and bought a new power cord for my laptop, and I think it’s one of the best things I’ve ever bought for myself. I’ve been struggling with this power cord (ugh… because this laptop’s battery only lasts about 20 minutes and I refuse to buy a new battery for a 3.5 year old laptop – the new power cord, a $60 investment has changeable inputs for any AC adaption – yay!) for nearly a year. This morning it was so bad I had to hold the cord with one hand and type with the other – that really affects productivity, let me tell you! I plugged the new cord in and ahhhh…. it works awesome. Not struggling with that stupid cord is an enviable luxury, you must admit.
4) Lotsa silverware. Last month I broke down and bought another set of silverware. It’s not expensive, nor particularly pretty, but my my, how nice! We don’t eat out a lot (especially in the winter, I think we’ve eaten out twice in the last 4 months!), we go through a lot of spoons (yogurt) and knives (canned dog food) and I can’t stand to wash silverware 5 times a day. We were constantly running out of silverware after only 2 days and the dishwasher (another luxury!) was only half empty (or half full, depending). Annoying! Needing a knife, digging through dirty silverware to discover it’s crusted with dog food, yuk. Who knew spending $10 on a new set of silverware would completely remove this annoyance? I wish I did it years ago! Not to mention that we have people over for dinner (more than 8) several times a year, and I would borrow silverware from one of the moms. Not anymore! I was like, ‘hey, I’m 40 years old. It’s acceptable to have more than 8 butter knives. Oh yeah! I’m all grown up and living large!
I’m busting stress and annoyances left and right and it feels so good!
Life is good and (my version of) luxurious!
Well snowmagedon it wasn’t. We received about 7 inches of snow, but 12-15 inches was predicted. But it’s cold, and it’s going to get colder.
Here’s the thing… although I’m totally a summer girl, I really don’t mind the snow, it looks a lot better than brown fields and muddy yards. It’s easier to deal with than rain. Because my commute involves walking downstairs, the roads don’t really affect me at all (although I do have a meeting today… William shovelled the driveway last night, so I think I can get out).
For the same reasons as above, I really don’t mind the cold. I’m mostly inside, so I simply dress appropriately – but – I don’t like the snow + cold + wind combination and today we have all three.
The wind makes deep snowy drifts. When letting the dogs outside, the wind blows through the house and the inside temperature drops. The dogs don’t like hanging out outside when the snow drifts are higher than they stand – so they’re inside more. Drifted snow is always denser and harder to shovel (for William, I only do the deck and back patio area). Although our house is only about 10 years old and full brick, when it’s windy the furnace runs almost constantly (which I don’t like because I’m cheap).
So there. That’s all I got.
Oh, and the wind chill here tomorrow is supposed to be -40*F, which is also -40*C. Weird. Brr.